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Old Oct 03, 2008, 12:59 PM
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Inpsired by a friend.

A Builder's Soul.

Building season's back again, that chill is in the air.
Soon the winter storms will blow, yet somehow I don't care.
There's solice in a friend they say, and yes I'll say that's true.
But all alone with wood and glue I'll find it in this too.

Another summer come and gone, the gentle breezes blew.
I found myself in air aloft on wings my fingers knew.
Far above my cares I soared, lifted up to better times.
Try to tie me to the ground but those memories are mine.

Building season's back again, that chill is in the air.
Soon the winter storms will blow, yet somehow I don't care.
There's solice in a friend they say, and yes I'll say that's true.
But all alone with wood and glue I'll find it in this too.

And now the winds of change are here that warn of colder times.
I'll shut myself inside my house, don't worry I'll be fine.
You see I'm building times remembered that once my father knew.
Crafted from a soul some say he made from wood and glue.

Building season's back again, that chill is in the air.
Soon the winter storms will blow, yet somehow I don't care.
There's solice in a friend they say, and yes I'll say that's true.
But all alone with wood and glue I'll find it in this too.

Nothing more than dreams it takes to fly to higher heights.
I still hear those words from him when I'm alone at night.
And so as winter's winds will blow and keep me on the ground,
Alone in precious silence is where you know that I'll be found.

I'll build another ship of hope to sail without a care.
From dreams and dust I'll rise again to challenge summer's air.

- A builder.
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