Number 47
November 19th, 2009

Three Minutes

Words that don't mean much on the surface
Can live so long in the deep inside
Words that aim at more than their meaning
Say so much more than you tried

Three minutes echo forever
Three minutes pulls it all together
Three minutes paints a picture
We're too blind to see

The gift of knocking without knowing
When doors are closed and lights are dim
Where we find the tools to build up
Where we find the fuel to fire up
Where we find the faith to dance out on that limb

So we can dance with ideas
We can dare to name our stars
Tomorrow doesn't just fall out of the sky
It's there for us to make it ours