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Perfect Song

There are winding trails that rise so steep
I have walked upon alone
Searching for the one who will know
All the words to my heart’s song

My drifting heart’s a lonesome wanderer
Who has traveled many years
In search of one who can sing my song
Out loud without any fear

No roots have I put down for any length of time
Nor have I lighted there for long
Could this perhaps be because I seek
One who sings a perfect song

Could my heart ever be so deaf and cold
Or too blinded now to see
When the one who sings my heart’s song
Stands in front of me

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010