words and music written by Auset ©2004
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THE MYSTIC ©Auset 2004
Its new, suddenly slipping in water, blue
Above your head drifting, the afternoon,
watching the day pass you by
When all is said, words become playful,
they dance in your head, simply requesting that silence be met
at the place where you hear a true reply.
When all has been spoken, words lose their meaning, truth becomes silent where hope never ends.
All is not broken, this is where freedom brings us together, where we make a stand.
Let's pretend, when all of the music is played again
We circle the path one more time from the end,
as we ascend in the world we create.
The love in our hands is honestly present
To understand, remains to be seen what we shift from within
to define what the heart wants to say.
Helplessly watching isn't the answer, playing the fool on the hill one more day
Suddenly open, decidedly chosen, holding the key and not turning... away.
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