Around the Bend
Envision a magical flute, sent from the gods.
With skin made of gold, it pitches perfect tones.
Singing beautiful songs, like birds in flight;
Spreading wonders of life, in praise and delight.
Come on down, around the bend,
To the place where highways end.
Dressed to the nines, ready to lend
A hand, outstretched, to help a friend.
Sing along out loud, and hum a tune,
Uplifting, like fire, into a hot air balloon.
Float through the air and cut like a knife,
To ease, for a while, the internal strife.
Come on down, around the bend,
To the place where highways end.
Dressed to the nines, ready to lend
A hand, outstretched, to help a friend.
