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You were the lover I never kissed
You were the friend that never grew old
You were the father that never did hold
You were the brother in the small dark hours
You were the child I watched like a flower
Now,
like a star, you watch from over head
Knowing all the questions you left
And I
like an unborn seed
Walk this earth instead
Anguished
and Spirit
dead
jjames 5/97 in memory of Joe
Oh little moth
On my swing's post
Tell me the answers where truth
lies most.
Is it in this family
that abides so near?
Or is it in the nomad's life
where truth is more clear?
How will I ever know
when duty holds me here?
Whether truth lies in responsibility
or in a wanderer's life more clear.
Then,
I heard your small voice,
you said to me,
"Be quiet, be still, for both lives are free."
Joni James 1997
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You say
that it's just your way
on that road you call
Somewhere
I try but I don't understand
cause my wings won't fly that way
So fly, fly away
Before you go again
tell me everything
cause I'm just that way
You see I'm learning
by your experiences
how to live today
So fly, fly away
I need you, but I can see through your eyes
I need you, but I'll keep you in my mind
So fly, fly away
Fly
Fly away
Joni James May 1997
(written just a few days before Joe passed)