The
Word
2002 by Bud Lemire
High
up in the mountains, there lives a little bird
And
if you listen closely, you will hear the word
You
wonder what the word is, that had been said
It's
to follow where, your heart and soul are lead
Listen
to your inner spirit, and know that what you do
Is
being watched from above, and they are guiding you
Never
stop to ponder, on what could go wrong
Life
is never perfect, you are where you belong
Tears
and stress will come, no matter where you are
Take
pleasure in the happy times, so it won't leave a scar
Breathe
the air, that surrounds you every day
Never
hold the words, that you need to say
Take
part in everything, that happens all around
Let
the moment come to you, wherever you are found
Don't
search for something, that you'll never find
In
the silence that is peaceful, open up your mind
Visions
dance around, as the bird takes flight
Messages
and guidance, guide you to the light
You
are of the universe, a special person in a special place
To
always do your very best, with everything you face
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