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Calm water in cobalt blue
was edged in emerald green.
I felt a cool spray on my burning face,
I turned to embrace its touch.
Rocky cliffs craggy and damp appear
As I rowed around the river bend.
Horse tail falls rushed from the sky
turning my skiff in its mighty power.
I row into the sanctuary behind the waterfall.
In the shaft of a misty sunbeam
Prisms of pastel rainbows glow.
I see his form standing on the slippery bank,
Black hair down his brown sinewy back.
His face was stoic, and his stance determined.
A deep dark cave loomed behind me.
I heard a melodic voice tell me to row away,
"Do not desecrate our Heaven"
His words penetrated my pounding heart,
my answer was muted by the roar of the falls.
"I will guide you back to still waters."
My words were lost again, "No, I do not want to leave."
Ethereal was the strength of him.
He said, "return to windy river,
Sing your songs of earth and fire
and play the strings of knowledge,
Tell them the eagle has a broken wing."
He vanished from my view and I awoke
to the sounds of heavy, falling rain.
The bedroom window was raised and
my curtains swayed in the welcome breeze.
I yearned to return to the vivid dream,
where I could feel Heaven once more
Stretching, my eyes refused to close.
I said aloud, "the eagle has a broken wing."
Then I arose to find my guitar.
I sang a song of earth, fire, water and wind.
The places the eagle sores, must always remain.
Peace came over me as I sang on,
"Please heal the broken wing."
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"If you have the chance to sit it out or dance, I just say Dance." writen by Mark Sanders recorded by LeeAnn Womack
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Summer In The City
