Tingle is the rhyme of mind and time
Like fingers scratching a chalk board
Mental pictures come on board of secret
Hide-a-ways where fear rules the day

Oh the silver stains of rhythm and pain
Facing the world again after being gone so long
Amber white against blue sky and could why
So perfect is the scene it is almost a dream

Left a place so long ago in drifts of white snow
Mind never did know what happened to the youth
Up and downs controlled by drugs little few hugs
Angels pulled me out seems so long ago

Laid a line blew it away not a place to stay
Mind is mine again today so happy and free
Baited a hook watched the bobber lay white on blue
Felt the hand that guided me and I see love from me to you

Tingle is the rhyme of mind and time
Like fingers scratching a chalk board
Mental pictures come on board of secret
Hide-a-ways where fear once ruled the day

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