It seemed to be a necessary ritual
that he should prepare himself for sleep
by meditating under the solemnity of the night sky...
a mysterious transaction
between the infinity of the soul
and the infinity of the universe.
~Victor Hugo
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| ...if every Sunday drive, and every walk in a park, could be like this... |
The new day dawns, And I am practicing my purpose once again. It is fresh and it is fruitful if I win but if I lose,
I don't know. I will be tired but I will turn and I will go, Only guessing til I get there then I'll know,
oh I will know. All the children walking home past the factories Could see the light that's shining in my window as I write this song to you. All the cars running fast along the interstate Can feel the love that radiates Illuminating what I know is true, All will be well. Even after all the promises you've broken to yourself, All will be well. You can ask me how but only time will tell. The winter's cold, But the snow still lightly settles on the trees. And a mess is still a moment I can seize until I know, That all will be well. Even though sometimes this is hard to tell, And the fight is just as frustrating as hell All will be well. All the children walking home past the factories, Could see the light that's shining in my window as I write this song to you. All the cars running fast along the interstate Can feel the love that radiates Illuminating what I know is true All will be well. Even after all the promises you've broken to yourself All will be well. You can ask me how but only time will tell. Keep it up and don't give up And chase your dreams and you will find All in time.
Gabe Dixon
All Will Be Well