Lately I wonder daily at the source of my unrest Like in autumn When at the bottom When there is weight upon the chest And every passing day Every light is faded like a thought I second-guess
I feel a warning cut through the morning It is not always as it seems Somehow it all has come now To crest above the line of dreams Cut through the shadow line A sudden thought reminding "There is more beneath the stream."
There is still a light That cuts the bound of time Like a scythe through summer grass Holy memory A siren calling me; Is this clarity at last?
Come now Is where you're from now Such a poison to avoid? Wringing out every memory To find the fruit is not destroyed It all has been aphasia And every scar that made ya Is just a tool to be deployed Breakthrough How years can fill you With such a stranger's melody Fine line A thought in my mind Is like a thread that holds the seam And now the garden grows In somewhat even rows; It is not always as it seems
There is still a sound That shakes my solid ground Like a message from the past Sacred voice I am not here by choice But I will hold you nonetheless
Shadow line Etched across my mind: One devil, one savior Who am I to be stuck in time? What strange behavior
Joe Summers - Aphasia Lately I wonder daily at the source of my unrest Like in autumn When at the bottom When there is weight upon the chest And every passing day Every light is faded like a