When the day is done and the moon starts its watch in the great dark blue
I feast my eyes as the stars embark on their parade
a vision to carry, a life to be thankful for
its always in my head
this incessant chatter about life when am dead, the longings for more of the gift am already having
the need you meet at each bend and boarder, I stretch out as realisation embraces me
you are always in my head
like the knowledge of this breath am taking in, and the gurgles from these babes you gave
I let faith billow up mountain like, when my day is done
its a battle thats won and in gratitude I drown that I don't have to roam that far,
I can find it all in my head.
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