The moon has just risen,
Dark clouds drift by,
As I peer toward the lake,
With it’s reflection in my eye.
The rustling of the animals,
The birds in the trees,
Remind me of happiness,
And old memories.
I think of old thoughts,
And just laugh them by…
As slowly now,
I begin to cry.
I’ve left my life,
Of pain and frustration,
To make this final transformation.
Into a wave of thought so clear,
I will rise above the atmosphere.
So come now brothers,
Take my hand.
Let me guide you into our freedom land.
As a resident of Santa Rosa Beach John says he is permanently grateful to be here amongst awesome white sandy beaches and groovy cool people. “I wake up smiling and I go to bed smiling!” -John
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