The sun glints off of the water

And the day will only get hotter

The water is still surprisingly cool


A day at a time

I move a little down the line

As if following a guiding rule


Silence is golden

But I’ve never been beholden

To a need for very much speech


Alone I’ve been walking

Only quietly stalking,

With the best singers that ever could teach


With my head thrown high

I sing up at the sky,

And they too belt it along.


I’d have gone mad

So quiet and sad

Without the love of a song


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