2 Songwriters 200 Songs

It was late that afternoon
when clouds filled sky and mind.
Wasteland wallowed on the scene,
no hope in front and behind.
Shadows lay upon the land
and road dust dimmed the light;
but I had to walk this way,
no hopeful thought in sight.
God I long for clear blue sky over me,
crystal waters and the sight of a tree.


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