will i

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05.07.04/16 tammuz 5764  ***  02:28

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two more hours the birds will start singing

i wonder if i will too

i wonder if i can stay focused enough

to write a few verses for you

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so quiet at first with a hesitant song

when you know what is coming–

the dance~of~the~dawn

the blessed assurance that beats in your breast

to let g~d and gravity do all the rest

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two more hours the birds will start singing

i wonder if i will hear

i wonder if i’ll ever stop list’ning for

your whisper in my ear

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so quiet at first with a hesitant song

when you know what is coming–

but hope you are wrong

the blessed assurance that beats in your heart

to let time and tragedy tear you apart

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will i start singing when day~light appears

will i muster all the strength it takes

to rise above my fears

will i face what’s coming to in true and humble praise

will g~d find me singing at the start of all my days

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the days of the bird were a long time ago

when they still roamed the earth with terrific control

dinosaurs then and the law of the land

how is it they couldn’t see it slipping through their hands

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three more hours pre~dawn will arrive

still the coast says it’s only

a quarter~to~five

and most of the city will silently sleep

through the sight~of~the~sun on the sky~line a’creep

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slowly at first with a hesitant breath

when you know what is coming–

you’re dancing with death

no blessed assurance to comfort this time

but verses and verses of metre and rhyme!

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two more hours the birds will start singing

i wonder if i will crack

i wonder if i can stay focused enough

to beckon my butterfly back

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so quiet at first with a flirtatious flit

not looking for trouble

but dancing with it

the blessed assurance that beats in your wings

it’s not real love, it’s just one~of~those~things

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will i start singing when day~light appears

will i muster all the strength it takes

to rise above my fears

will i face what’s coming to in true and humble praise

will g~d find me singing at the start of all my days

.

the days of the bird were a long time ago

when they still roamed the earth with terrific control

dinosaurs then and the law of the land

how is it they couldn’t see it slipping through their hands

.

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***** (inspired by a quick glance at the clock…)