SteveCentral: Winter mornings

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Warm sun rays piercing the early morning chilly blanket.

Steve: I have sailed to many lands,On the bow I stand, west is where I go Through the night I plough, still my heart, calculate and pray As the compass swings, my will is strong, I will not be led astray Mysteries of time clouds that hide the sun But I know, but I know, but I know.Where I go I do not know, I only know the place Ive been Dreams they come and go, ever shall be so, Nothings real until you feel.