Lifted Thoughts & Untold Dreams

It’s the middle of November
Feels like a warm summer night
‘Cause this sour you see,
It’s right by my side
For we never divide, into two.
Instead we stride and we stride
And we hope for better days
Since we let them slip away
And then we pay, and we pray.
Lifted thoughts and untold dreams,
Sounds like a movie for the big screens
But these pieces are scattered
Trying to reconnect and redirect all in retrospect
Don’t worry ’bout a thing baby
Happiness is on it’s way.


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