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Our lives get so busy
you begin to lose your way
all becomes confusing
Then we say the things we say
ever onward motion
each and every single day
It becomes hard to remember
exactly why you stay
Taking time to be here now
letting myself show me how
just me, the sky,
the land and the wind
the distant call of the mockingbird
reminding me how it feels
to be me again
practicing my newfound words
I’m a Mockingbird
Some may stop and listen
to the song it has to sing
But often goes unnoticed
or the pleasure that it brings
We’re busy with our own lives
and the drama that it brings
and so we hardly notice the
songs it shares and sings
I’m a Mockingbird
©2019 Lance Harrison
When I sit at the piano something new almost always rolls out. This one did. Sometimes I feel like a mockingbird, learning new ways to express myself. The words felt like a revival after a long spell where words escaped me. It’s like that sometimes. The music is always there but I’m not always sure what stories need telling beyond the tune.
