Song for the Group Lyrics

Look up, nothing but blue skies stretched out
Arms behind my head and though
When I started on this journey I was raw
And the hand that I was dealt seemed so unfair
Now I’m content with these – these sweetest days

Unknown territory lies ahead
I retrace steps that led me
To this place where nothing’s certain but now I’ve
Achieved a certain state of grace I find
I’m content with these – these sweetest

Days they fly by time seems short and
I try catch them like a child
Chasing dandelion seeds on a Summer day
Blue skies

Reach out, nothing but air in my way
And though my life seems so short
There are still some things that I intend to do
And what once seemed so important seems so small
Now I’m content with these – these sweetest

Days they sparkle with small moments
Treasures kept inside my mind
Precious photographs of these sweetest days
Blue skies.

Bernard Houston

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