I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler
I turned my Being round and round And paused at every pound To ask the Owner's name For doubt, that I should know the Sound To ask the Owner's name For doubt, that I should know the Sound
I judged my features, jarred my hair I pushed my dimples by, and waited, if they twinkled back Conviction might, of me
I turned my Being round and round And paused at every pound To ask the Owner's name For doubt, that I should know the Sound To ask the Owner's name For doubt, that I should know the Sound
I told myself, "Take Courage, Friend, That was a former time But we might learn to like the Heaven, As well as our Old Home!"
I turned my Being round and round and round And paused at every pound To ask the Owner's name For doubt, that I should know the Sound To ask the Owner's name For doubt, that I should know the Sound
I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there