Early in the year , the bindings of the day would be challenged by few, the writers of the night light, who wither their thoughts onto the paper, the dreamers who are wide awake when they write. Early in the year the little mellowed thoughts would be easier to comprehend as the days slip away and endless counters of days hits restart. It is easier to catch up with friends and families and sometimes with some who are molded as both, the easier pathways that leads us away from home and brings us closer to places we now call our own. It was a quiet night at Indianapolis and yet in between the late night fancy dinners and the outings of the evening sky, I found a warm company just as refreshing as the early morning dew. For now as they sleep and I type away with a warm glow from my computer there seems to be thoughts that roam the hallways of my mind. And so I write to warm companies
And in Warm Companies
And then when the night drew to a close, at whatever day you may want it to be,
At whatever moment the mind chooses to put itself to bed, at whatever time that it sets itself free
You will figure out the things you no longer say, to those who are still all around,
Those who speak so loud to you, when the world seems so quiet in between all the sound
There are those of us who have lived so much, who have learned from those around us at times,
Who have learned to never give up on the past, and yet we give credit to the things we often find
The human spirit but breaks and falls, it fixes itself at its very best,
And it relives and changes itself; at the broken places, and it leaves itself no time to rest
In warm companies some night, in between the movies in a dimly lit room,
Lies the reason we choose to find friends, the reason we call them family whenever we could.
Some who read in between the lines, must find the puzzling theme too hard to believe.
That we are who we have always been, and the best of us still lies in warm companies
We are but coffee beans slowly brewed in time, the flavors that sometimes comes so late,
But there are often things that you choose to give precious time and even more that are worth the wait
And in warm companies tonight, as the whole world sleeps so must I and so must you,
We will keep writing many stories to come, many pages to fill ,and many stories that our heart holds true.
And in Warm Companies
And then when the night drew to a close, at whatever day you may want it to be,
At whatever moment the mind chooses to put itself to bed, at whatever time that it sets itself free
You will figure out the things you no longer say, to those who are still all around,
Those who speak so loud to you, when the world seems so quiet in between all the sound
There are those of us who have lived so much, who have learned from those around us at times,
Who have learned to never give up on the past, and yet we give credit to the things we often find
The human spirit but breaks and falls, it fixes itself at its very best,
And it relives and changes itself; at the broken places, and it leaves itself no time to rest
In warm companies some night, in between the movies in a dimly lit room,
Lies the reason we choose to find friends, the reason we call them family whenever we could.
Some who read in between the lines, must find the puzzling theme too hard to believe.
That we are who we have always been, and the best of us still lies in warm companies
We are but coffee beans slowly brewed in time, the flavors that sometimes comes so late,
But there are often things that you choose to give precious time and even more that are worth the wait
And in warm companies tonight, as the whole world sleeps so must I and so must you,
We will keep writing many stories to come, many pages to fill ,and many stories that our heart holds true.
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