Its not a place
Its a yearning
Its not a race
Its a journey
Its not an act
Its attraction
Its not a style
Its an action
Its a dream for the waking
Its a flower touched by flame
Its a gift for the giving
Its a power with a hundred names
Surge of energy, spark of inspiration
The breath of love is electricity
Maybe time is bird in flight
Endlessly mocking
Here we come out of the cradle
Endlessly rocking
Endlessly rocking
Its a hand
That rocks the cradle
Its a motion
That swings the sky
Its method on the edge of madness
Its a balance on the edge of a knife
Its a smile on the edge of sadness
Its a dance on the edge of life
Endlessly rocking
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