Oleanders in February
by Quinn VokesFreedom rings in my ear
Youre not far from where you are
And not very close to here, so
Smile, Brother, we are favored
Oleanders are in bloom
Lift up your arm and I shall carry you
So close to you,
So close to God.
Freedom rings in my ear
Echoing its last thought in the cold winter weather
The flag is flying, the sun is shining, so
Smile, Brother, we are favored
Oleanders are in bloom
Lift up your arm and I shall carry you
Smile, Brother, my heart needs peace
Oleanders are in bloom in this forsaken place
Dont worry, brother, I know you worry
And I worry too
Lift up your arm and I shall carry you
So close to you,
So close to God.
So close to where I ought to be -
To find peace
Its where I need to be -
To find peace
Were so close, cant you see?
Smile, Brother
08/24/2004