Thanksgiving (For Every Wrong Move)
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.Giving thanks is sometimes an act of faith.
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.To all of you who are acting on faith this year ...
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. Would our paths cross if every great loss had turned out our gain? Would our paths cross if the pain it had cost us was paid in vain? Thanksgiving for every wrong move that made it right.Happy Thanksgiving from Loud Time.