That Some Thirsty Soul May Drink
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When your heart is empty and fingers are tired
When the blood of creativity stops flowing
When your mind is a desert with no oasis
When your see a rainbow and cannot describe it
When you hear birds singing but you can't capture it
Dig deep in the tunnel of your soul and let go
Let go of the lofty and pulchritudinous
Let go of the symmetrical and the sublime
And from the dusty dungeon of your parched estate
Pen the raw rabid reality of living
Helping the next one in the desert find water
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