“Turn Around Inside Me”
The tide it crashes
Throwing tears to the wind
The wind and it’s howling
How did this all begin?
The wonder the labor
The sands sifting time
A rotting green tomato
12 requests for a lime
So the bandages bound
Try to hold back the pain
Each day burns the labor
To try and wash out the stain
The time comes to passing
So sweet and so precious
But they all have to end
The mirror though ruthless
How it never relents
Poses peace to my eyes
In my wrinkles that set
Like the tree and its rings
That tell the tall tale
I have my own memories
And all the smiles that prevail
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