Mary Sue Twohy: Sounds
Bluebells
(Mary Sue Twohy)
Bluebells
By Mary Sue Twohy
Behold bluebells when sunset spills her hair
And the mist of river rises
Put down your guns of day
Long enough to say
Keep it close
Keep it in your pocket
Everybody knows
it’s the last thing to go
As you drive your car in traffic snares
Slower than your will to change
Stop the wheels of your mind
And find one thing you hold
Closer than god or gold
Chorus
Is it pride? Is it freedom?
Is it the sigh of resignation?
Just when you think it over
Bluebells start ringing converted
Your song of freedom.
Your song of hope.