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  • “Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.” -Pablo Picasso

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

I BELIEVE

When rain falls I really must look for rainbows, knowing they are real, and hug those memories tightly to a still (though pulsing) heart as I gaze through wet gray skies (or eyes) remembering the sun (and promises)

I believe for every drop of rain that falls
A flower grows
I believe that somewhere in the darkest night
A candle glows
I believe for everyone who goes astray, someone will come
To show the way
I believe, I believe

I believe above a storm the smallest prayer
Will still be heard
I believe that someone in the great somewhere
Hears every word

Every time I hear a new born baby cry,
Or touch a leaf or see the sky
Then I know why, I believe



Every time I hear a new born baby cry,
Or touch a leaf or see the sky
Then I know why, I believe


(Erwin Drake - Irvin Graham - Jimmy Shirl - Al Stillman)

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