The strings of my heart
mourn like a pedal steel
guitar in a slow country jam
and steel is the strength
of my skin to keep sorrow
from sinking in of days gone
by or the time that remains
to get it right to make amends
to dodge the scrutiny in your
eyes every time you look my
way as if to say walk on by
like in that song by Bacharach
so long ago yet the melody
remains an endless refrain
of the original stain when we
were only dust and what we
will be again when destiny sets
us free from bonds that bind us
back from liberty you can see
clearly by looking pass the past
into the eternal now for that’s
all there is or will ever be this
holy moment for you and me
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