Is the stereo broken?
we have swimmers dreaming in the ocean,
in the color of our open wings
may it shine forever stolen bliss…

My poor warm beating heart
there are children playing on its grounds,
one story written for a good cause
has shaken me and made me thrive…

And I learn to slowly dance
wear a bow-tie and take a stand,
I’ll join my brothers in war
building fire better sooner than too late…

Is that on the radio
an old song that brings me childish joy,
I’ll be home on Sunday noon
range a silver shiny spoon….