Osquer's Song In My Heart - Day 49

“Thanksgiving”
--Poi Dog Pondering

Somehow I find myself
far out of line
from the ones I had drawn
Wasn't the best of paths,
you could attest to that,
but I'm keeping on.

Would our paths cross
if every great loss
had turned out a gain?
Would our paths cross
if the pain it had cost us
was paid in vain?
There was no pot of gold,
hardly a rainbow
lighting my way
But I will be true to the
red, black and blues
that colored those days.

Would our paths cross
if every great loss
had turned out a gain?
Would our paths cross
if the pain it had cost us
was paid in vain?

Thanksgiving for every wrong move...

I owe my soul to
each fork in the road,
each misleading sign.
'Cause even in solitude,
no bitter attitude
can dissolve my sweetest find

Thanksgiving for every wrong move...
that made it right…

Would our paths cross
if every great loss
had turned out a gain?
Would our paths cross
if the pain it had cost us
was paid in vain?

Thanksgiving for every wrong move...