The Precious Room

The Precious Room

Into the mist of night there drifts a weary soul.
Dancing around the stars searching for it's goal.
Like a child that’s waiting for his parent's to come home.
Comfort awaits that anxious, patient, precious soul.

Like a bird in the nest they have to be fed to fly.
So is such the soul that often questions why.
Make sure you search for food that gives you endless flight.
And the worms that they do eat will bring them newer heights.

The sun will come out, the flowers take to bloom
The forest’s reach out, requesting that they have their own room.

At the dawn of morn’ an angel finds its way
Waiting for a call on someone to be saved
Like a lioness in wait eyeing up its prey
To feed her hungry cubs in the shade of the day.

The dusky sunset beams its rays on us all
And lights the waters for the sailors still on call
A priceless noble vision will await us all
Comfort satisfies all earthly living souls

The sun will come out, everything takes bloom
Gives us one more chance to share this precious room.

Music by P.A.Sawyer, Lyrics by K.Hodge/P.A.Sawyer