Thresholds...The Walk With You
By Walter Burns
I got my chorus from your walk You know just how the angels talk That's just how I fell for you I saw the step was in you too I was at the cliff when you leapt Staring straight and softly wept Could my tears have brought you back You walk the earth in threads of black I see you as I pen a dirge And to the cliff I have an urge The salty air of tears and loss Thresholds seen as ones to cross You said I wrote far too much Maybe even lost my touch You know just how the angels talk I stole my chorus from your walk Written June 26th, 2001 © on Jun 26 2001 10:22 AM PST 0 • 10
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"I got my chorus from your walk..."