Michael Woodhead

SOUND OF SPACE

Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1970, 2020

I hear the sound of space
I feel its breeze upon my face
I have been told
That I must hold you close to me

I hear the sound of space
I touch the velvet co'er of lace
I must not fall
For still the wall is closing in

Closing in and covering me
Fear is closing in, you see

I hear the sound of space
I am my only kind of race
I stand alone
But, don't condone the use of war

For the world is nearing the end
And there's forces we can't mend


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