Moth to the flame
Composed by Dexter Hinkson
Moth to the flame
What a shame.
It can be said again and again
But who’s to blame.
You can count the stars above
But still miss the heavens below
What draws this tranquil creature
light and heat that’s it’s mystique
All I know you can’t have one
without the other
Moth and flame, Yin and yang
Romeo and Juliet, sun and moon.
They are destined to meet,
only God can make a bond that keeps
Born to be
Monday to Friday it’s what I know, it’s the time between I wish I could grow.
Sunrise to sunset what an affect, it pales to the Son that I know best.
Weekends are a precious time; take each day and lime for a while.
Blue sky on a cloudy day; count the shapes as they turn gray.
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The Giving Tree
Composed by Dexter Hinkson
Inspired by MJ’s giving tree story
There is a place you find yourself
Waiting for a sound that is heaven sent.
These words are not for fame or dame
They are for the voiceless and homeless
They are for the crying and the shamed.
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