Full Circle
By Paul A. L. Hall.
Written by me while traveling through Andelucea, Spain, and singing on the streets of Huelva. I'd get up early, knock down a cafe solo in a tall duralex glass at some local café, then go and sing all day long at my pitch, watching the swallows fly round and round the buildings and trying to keep the vagabond children from swiping the paper bente doros notes from out of my open guitar case.
Full circle of the depth of sight
of an eagle in the sky.
The open road holds no regrets.
I know I've got to try.
Too man looking for the easy road.
Well, they forsake
freedom's joy.
To few searching out
the depths of love.
For it is done
without alloy.
The son of thunder's
songs of love
passed, broken-hearted here.
Too few received
the joy of life
participating near.
But while blinded by shrinking money,
oh, don't you know,
someone cannot see true.
Only by love and hardship,
so they say,
the light comes shining through.
There comes a time
when I arrive
with meanings slight
to say
of needs of life
and how to thrive.
And then I'm on my way.
Full circle of the depth of sight
of an eagle in the sky.
The open road holds no regrets.
I know I've got to fly.
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The open road has no regrets.
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