Dancing beneath the huge mirror ball
Its reflections allows the light to dance among us
Sound escaping from the speakers driving our bodies into
Contortions of limbs and torsos while
Outside the 70’s became an inferno
Dancing beneath the huge mirror ball
Its reflections allows the light to dance among us
Sound escaping from the speakers driving our bodies into
Contortions of limbs and torsos while
Outside the 70’s became an inferno
Beneath the soil, we planted our elders
Under the shade of the spruce and maple, it
Rooted our community in history
Yet few ever unearthed this resource, preferring to let the dead sleep.
Watching the sun make its escape as it sinks beneath the horizon
Everything becomes more magical in that twilight moment
Snippets and whispers of other realms peek from beyond the veil
That opportunity sets as darkness brings down the curtain
There was so much more beneath the surface
It made Guy worry as he looked at the numbers
Perhaps the Titanic had gotten off easy
Majestic sunlight splashed into puddles beneath the lush green canopy
Everything here was damp or wet from the extreme humidity
Locals here didn’t have a word for dry. There was no need
That’s why when his cousins from Iceland came to visit they would …
Perhaps it is beneath your attention
Every cent counts in the long run, though
Now you might not think too much of your copper buddy
Never picking him up when he’s on the ground
Yet imagine the number of thoughts you didn’t buy because of it
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We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
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