Words

An acoustic guitar and a singer

Singing favorite songs at night.

The words take me high like a kite in the sky

Spiraling out of control.

Refrain:

Sometimes the words, they take me high.

Sometimes the words, they take me low.

Sometimes they feel right and groove into my soul.

        Words, they’re taking me higher

        They take me high.

        Like a fire, flames are on the rise.

        Reach for the sky to a paradise.

There’s a stage and a stand for a speaker

So, I wandered in a sat right down.

The news and the views and the words that he used

I didn’t know to stand up or shout.

Refrain:

Sometimes the words, they take me high.

Sometimes the words, they take me low.

Sometimes they feel right and groove into my soul.

        Words, they’re taking me higher

        They take me high.

        Like a fire, flames are on the rise.

        Reach for the sky to a paradise.

On a billboard at the street near the circle

I read about a man in town.

His works knew no words, only angles and curves

Of light and darkened landscape pictures.

Refrain:

Sometimes the words, they take me high.

Sometimes the words, they take me low.

Sometimes they feel right and groove into my soul.

        Words, they’re taking me higher,

        They take me high.

        Like a fire, flames are on the rise.

        Reach for the sky to a paradise.

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Reach for the sky to a paradise.

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Joyce Lynn Eggleston

Indianapolis, IN – June 2014

Inspired by Ansell Adams’ Photography exhibit at Indianapolis Museum of Art.

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