Find another corner of the house. When you need to get away. A guitar leans against the couch. Sometimes I pick it up and play. Loosen and stretch its ancient strings.
Voice from the mountain. And a voice from the sea. Voice in my neighborhood. And a voice calling me. . Tell me my friend, my friend. Tell me with love.
So how're you doing now. That you're looking out. Over the life that faces you?. Does it make you doubt. The plans that you laid out,. All the certainties that you thought you knew?.