"Can you hear us? We come singing for you"

Old as Forever the Eye of a Child

No one can stop the wind nor silence me
We travel together ragged and wild
My fellow wanderer and I are free
Singing and bringing a new point of view
Old as forever the eye of a child

Can you hear us? We come singing for you

Some say I am fifty some say fifteen
No one understands me nor do I care
I know who I am I know what I mean
I am a rambler between here and there
Looks like a good time for a change of scene

You think you understand but you do not

Now nothing really matters anymore
You might have known it once but you forgot
Who the poets are and what they sing for
You used to be a poet but you lost
Your soul somehow: I wonder what it cost

Your ears just cannot listen anymore

Once it is gone then it is gone for good
The pencils have no erasers in hell
Did you do any good? You sure did well
You talk among yourselves are understood
I cannot afford what you have to sell

What I say is blown on the wind away

I am a wanderer who sings for free
No one can stop the wind nor silence me
We travel together ragged and wild
And you would rather not hear what we say
Old as forever the eye of a child

+Steven Curtis Lance



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