Didn't know how to get there:
a place where I might sing.
When lost,
I just keep turning
'til I find that
inner compass.
Northward:
a wise and borrowed house:
a living room
baby grand,
two guitars
a mandolin and
painted sky.
Wherever I park
my restless frame
a brief destination,
a settling place.
Oh come angel band:
come and around me stand:
Carry me up on music's wings
to my eternal home.
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