Sweet hickory smoke wafts my way
as I wander down a foggy lane,
The solitary moon and I are nearly
Song birds chirp, cheering
reminding me of a beautiful memory
I cannot name.
The solitary moon and I are nearly
invisible in this sleepy town.
No one knows that we are here
as we quietly wander our hidden paths.
Song birds chirp, cheering
the dark places, the lonely places,
the wandering souls like me.
I wait for the sun to rise and
burn through this fog
which has clouded my heart.
Can it burn my heart
to feel once more?
Oh, to be warmed
by love once again!
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