Mark
Brimming
with wonder and joy, a past
that
holds your love.
Echoing
the screams of a childhood.
That
wonders thy river of dreams.
To
know a factory that stands by the
river,
that holds our every dream.
To
know our future by the river
of
time.
To
hear the sounds that float down
stream,
searching the banks.
Of
a new born soul that reaches the
sea, brimming with wonder and joy. (J)
Martyn
Quiet
is thy soul for want of joy,
on
the edge of a mountainous shore.
Another
drink for feeling of quiet.
tranquil
your only spring.
Know
thy peace, in a town square,
that
knows your every prayer.
Reach
up to the clock, on the verge
of
time.
See
the calm of a mountainous shore,
thy
soul that wonders through.
See
the freshness its current brings.
Thy soul of wanted joy. (A)