Dennis Curley

Dennis Curley

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Color of the Sky

Written By: Dennis Curley and Beau Hays

Color of the Sky

Two days spent starin' out the window
watching traffic drift on by,
indifferent to the color of the sky.

Two days ago my life was static,
then you walked in and took me by surprise,
and I got lost in the color of your eyes.

Storm clouds gather, my thoughts are all in disarray,
the rain begins its patter and I'm beggin' you to stay.
Remember how you turned and said goodbye,
indifferent to the color of the sky?

It seems I've waited here for you since time out of mind,
and every time I recall your smile, I always seem to find
that if you shed a tear, a part of me would die,
'cause I lack the strength to watch an angel cry.
And if you shed a tear I'd lift you up so high;
I'd give all of my strength to help an angel fly.

Two days spent tryin' to get my head straight,
tearin' down the Pacific Coast Highway,
but my thoughts keep getting in the way.

Two days ago I found perfection,
innocent like Sandra Dee.
Oh, Sandra baby, baby can't you see

That I'm in misery, my head is spinning around.
How could I foresee the way you'd turn me upside down?
And I got lost in the color of your eyes,
indifferent to the color of the sky.

It seems I've waited here for you since time out of mind,
and every time I recall your smile, I always seem to find
that if you shed a tear, a part of me would die,
'cause I lack the strength to watch an angel cry.
And if you shed a tear I'd lift you up so high;
I'd give all of my strength to help an angel fly.
Oh, you're gonna fly!

©2002 by Dennis Curley and Beau Hays. All Rights Reserved.

And You Shall See

Written By: Kahlil Gibran

You are not enclosed within your bodies,
Nor confined to houses or fields.
That which is you dwells above the mountain
And roves with the wind.
But you do not see, nor do you hear,
And it is well, and it is well.

The veil that clouds your eyes shall be lifted
By the hands that wove it into place,
And the clay that fills your ears shall be pierced
By the one that kneaded it.
And you shall see, and you shall hear,
And it is well, and it is well.

Yet you shall not deplore your blindness,
Nor regret having been deaf.
On that day you’ll know the purpose in all things,
And bless the darkness as you would bless the light.

And you shall see, and you shall hear,
And it is well, and it is well,
And it is well.