One too many mornings there's nothing in my mail
One too many empty hours and one too many failures
One too many restless nights the minutes slip away
Like headlights on the funeral cars in the middle of the day
I can still remember how it was when I was young
Something held the world together something made the people strong
What I can't remember is when I came to see
That’s not the way it ever was or could ever be
Good St. Anthony the little ladies pray
I know I put it right here now it's gone away
Good St. Anthony I know you'll hear me when I say
Please help me find it today
Last night I had a strange dream I was climbing into space
And when I turned around to look the earth was all that faced me
It hung there in the blackest void like a thing without a name
And on it there were people bursting into flame
Good St. Anthony I don't believe in you
But I think I do believe in the things they say you do
Good St. Anthony I'm one who's lost his way
Please help me find it (3x) I pray
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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