Spark of Light
Serious toned sparse folk verses dealing with relative losing soundness of mind; failing memory, deterioration- suited to documentary or film dealing with mental illness but keeping a spark of hope alive as chorus is upbeat and Beatles-like cello parts Elanore Rigby inspired;
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Lyrics
Spark Of Light
Words and Music © 1995 Dean G Wolfe
How can it be that your mind is leaving me?
It's a stranger that i kissed when I came through the door
Why did you leave? Do you even know you're gone?
While the leaves pile on your lawn and they're blowing away
A spark of Light resides inside
while you're gone; while you're gone
A spark of Light resides inside
A spark of Life resides inside
while you're gone; while you're gone
A spark of Life resides inside
Is there a place where the lost sheep go to stay
where the wolves are kept at bay till the shepherd's return?
Is there a place where the darkness won't creep in
Where the silence brakes the spin and its drawing you back
While you're away I can sweep your floor each day
I can rake your leaves up high should you drop out of the sky
While you're away I could sort your mail in piles
And i promise not to peek through the files you never keep
and i promise not to tell but there's nothing left to tell....
Spark Of Light
Words and Music © 1995 Dean G Wolfe
How can it be that your mind is leaving me?
It's a stranger that i kissed when I came through the door
Why did you leave? Do you even know you're gone?
While the leaves pile on your lawn and they're blowing away
A spark of Light resides inside
while you're gone; while you're gone
A spark of Light resides inside
A spark of Life resides inside
while you're gone; while you're gone
A spark of Life resides inside
Is there a place where the lost sheep go to stay
where the wolves are kept at bay till the shepherd's return?
Is there a place where the darkness won't creep in
Where the silence brakes the spin and its drawing you back
While you're away I can sweep your floor each day
I can rake your leaves up high should you drop out of the sky
While you're away I could sort your mail in piles
And i promise not to peek through the files you never keep
and i promise not to tell but there's nothing left to tell....
