Focus

Strange summer evening Autumn wind blowing Lurching from coast to coast Blowing hot, blowing cold And you drew everything You knew everything You gave focus Red eyed morning New light dawning Coasting from pole to pole Bowing low For your glowing soul And you drew everything You knew everything You drew focus Where do your horses run? When the seasons over Do you tell them to gallop on By bullets by boulders? All horses fall up on The thorns of winter May all horses overcome Their bruises and splinters And you swing with the tides and the moon Fear can take over When you're burned and you're spurned and you're shunned But your spirit's stronger So you speak with a seeing tongue Though you shake Though you shiver All that blossoms is not born in the black of winter All hearts All hearts carry on