take my hand and climb with me…
I Hope You Dance ~ Lee Ann Womack
Tireless, progression. Tic, toc. Time. Perpetual, motion. A movement, through. Space.
The universal, in. Breath, of life.
Surrender, then. To music. Swelling, in your soul. Free, limbs. To grace.
And trip, the light:
When you come close to sellin’ out, reconsider…