Collection of autobiographical illusions
A Simple Song
words and music by Chapman James
There are eight ways to watch the world and all that's in it
?Heaven, ?Earth, ?Water, ?Fire
?Mountain, ?Marsh, ?Wind and ?Thunder
When we suffer deep the facet focused most asunder
Bend the bow Breath releasing
Towards that mark Pain is ceasing
Chorus: I heard a song that called my feeble feet to dance.
The dance inspired a sculpture from my awkward hands.
The art that touched my eyes composed a lonely poem.
It became the song that wooed my heart
A simple song
When someone reaches out to you with arms of anger
Show them you are listening
Treat them as your brother
There is a message I am sending when I wound another
Pain is spilling from me
Love is all I need
BRIDGE: Heaven Rises, Earth Enfolds, Abysmal Water...
Awesome Fire, Mountain Still, Marsh Rejoices...
Forceful Wind... Thunder Clap!
INSTRUMENTAL:
CHORUS: I heard a song that called my feeble feet to dance.
The dance inspired a sculpture from my awkward hands.
The art that touched my eyes composed a lonely poem.
It became the song that soothed my soul
A simple song
copyright 2013 Polhemusic
words and music by Chapman James
There are eight ways to watch the world and all that's in it
?Heaven, ?Earth, ?Water, ?Fire
?Mountain, ?Marsh, ?Wind and ?Thunder
When we suffer deep the facet focused most asunder
Bend the bow Breath releasing
Towards that mark Pain is ceasing
Chorus: I heard a song that called my feeble feet to dance.
The dance inspired a sculpture from my awkward hands.
The art that touched my eyes composed a lonely poem.
It became the song that wooed my heart
A simple song
When someone reaches out to you with arms of anger
Show them you are listening
Treat them as your brother
There is a message I am sending when I wound another
Pain is spilling from me
Love is all I need
BRIDGE: Heaven Rises, Earth Enfolds, Abysmal Water...
Awesome Fire, Mountain Still, Marsh Rejoices...
Forceful Wind... Thunder Clap!
INSTRUMENTAL:
CHORUS: I heard a song that called my feeble feet to dance.
The dance inspired a sculpture from my awkward hands.
The art that touched my eyes composed a lonely poem.
It became the song that soothed my soul
A simple song
copyright 2013 Polhemusic
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