the letter in the mail
says your out to far on the road
there’s too much danger there
and it’s time to come home
if you fight it
it just gets angry
and if you feel it
it just grows
so light the fire
light the beacon
see the signal
and come home
you’ve been shackled to your past
and you’re afraid of what will be
and the more time you let past
the less that you will see
and i’m writing not to warn you
or to change what you believe
but the finite moon is moving
on the dark and warming sea
and all there is to do
and all there is to feel
is happening each instant
don’t get caught beneath the wheel
you can trust in your own beauty
and allow yourself to heal
for there is no dress rehearsal
and the risks my dear are real
you’ve been waiting and rehearsing
you been thinking all the time
and the supple seed inside you
seems content to wait in line
for the raindrop
for the soil
for the sun to be just right
please don’t find that you’re still waiting
at the fading of the light
cuz if you fight it
it just gets angry
and if you feed it
it just grows
so light the fire
light the beacon
see the signal
and come home
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