Praise the Lord, hallelujah, amen and so it is,
I can see clearly through the dusty mist.
No more obstacles or roadblocks with a twist
and my body does not have a permanent hand held fist.
A rock, gem or mineral saved my day,
come what gentle wind the air breaths this May.
My body feels cool, calm, serene as it lays.
Bringing me to the right time and the right place.
Clean, fresh, invigorating, voice of ages,
come one, come all, ye royal humble sages,
lift up your arms and release all men’s cages.
Free the soul to dance upon the galaxy and touch mars
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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