The Gladdest Thing - Deb Talan I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass, And the grass rise. Doesnt each of us have a place Where we belong? Could be a sidewalk crack Or a sad song. Inside our searchings is desire. To etch a silent thought in stone To make a tender heart known. I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass, And the grass rise. And when the lights begin to show Up from the town, I will mark which must be mine, And then start down! Everybody wants to be a hero Or a savior of small things I want to be champion of evening To forget not the beauty of the in-betweens. Every one of us an orphan Our bodies born from dust of the stars We can comfort each other in this place I can look into your eyes And see my own face.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 05:11:03 +0000