Float

Sometimes I think of them now
Those honey-scented days
When sun’s bright rays shone on my face
Then summer blazed through the trees
And softened by the shade
It filled that sylvan place
Float
Go with the flow
Not high not low
Before you go
Float
And live in hope
When judgement comes
It comes to save us all
Now all that’s left is a sound
A hollow echoing
No faith no heart in what I make
And those bright things I once saw
Are shadowy
Dead leaves
Like dreams
Drift on the lake
Float
Go with the flow
Not high not low
Before you go
Float
And live in hope
When judgement comes
It comes to save us all