Waiting For A Sign
Song # 121 | May 1989 | CD: Feather On The Wind
Ghost of morning, dream of daylight
Bead of dew on marble floor
Throats of songbirds pierce the curtains
A breezing lightness flows through the door
Like a man with lovely daughters
Hesitates to let them go,
The earth returns to fragrant sunlight
Weaving live with ebb and flow
Life is a butterfly walking on water
Revealing something beyond itself
Waiting for a sign….
Waiting for a sign
The streets begin to throb with traffic
And business men in three piece suits
While the homeless sleep on benches
A jazz musician plays his flute
Our days are so filled up with motion
There is no peace behind the eyes
Like tiny drops in some vast ocean
We tumble helplessly on the tide…
Peace is a butterfly walking on water
Revealing something beyond itself
Waiting for a sign, waiting for a sign…
Living rooms resound like churches
When the hopeful gather there
Joining hands and building bridges
Built on truth and love and care
Chains and prisons walls can’t hold us
While our hearts can still fly free
Sticks and stones may break my body
But they will never silence me
Truth is a butterfly
Waltzing on water
Revealing something beyond itself
Waiting for a sign, waiting for a sign (repeat)
Copyright 1989-2015 by Mark Shepard. All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission.
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