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I've parted the trees
And walked along the hills,
Following the bread crumb trail,
I hitched a ride
On and angels wings,
And hung from a pirate ships sails.
And I'll be walking there with Jesus
Through neverland,
Hanging on the tire swing,
Watching every grain of sand
In the hourglass,
Waiting for the angels to sing.
I'll stay up tonight
Through the thunderstorm,
And watch the lightning crack the sky,
Settle myself down
In a little town,
And pull this knife from my side,
I'll be sitting with Mohammad
Under the big old tree,
And the sun rise,
Counting every single star
In the dark clear night,
And pull them down from the sky.
You can see me as a child
When you look in my eyes,
Though my face is wrinkled and old,
I'll hold out my heart
With all of my love,
I'm finally coming back home,
I'll play cards with the devil
Sitting in his flames,
From the tree branches I'll swing,
Counting every grain of sand
In the hourglass,
Waiting for the angels to sing.
Blaine McCanless
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