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18 July 2003

Flower Child

there's a girl somewhere
Freedom is her name
she shines in my dreams
with a body of pure light
eyes of warmth
a tranquil aura
sets my heart at ease
dissolves all fear

searchin' for a groovy lady
dreamin' of an antique gal
tryin' to find my flower child

I saw her one day, sitting barefoot in the grass
she had blonde hair, all down her back
a flower behind her ear, a smile upon her lips
her fingers were in the shape of a 'V'

she was tellin' stories of peace and love
about days when people cared for the earth
food grew from the ground, and eyes lifted toward the sky
you could find a friend, before you needed to look

searchin' for a groovy lady
dreamin' of an antique gal
tryin' to find my flower child

I started believin' what she said, knew it was true
wondered what happened to this beautiful world
just then I was distracted, lost her in the crowd
I couldn't find her, I knew she was gone

searchin' for a groovy lady
dreamin' of an antique gal
tryin' to find my flower child

in a day long past, still to come
when friends are valued more than foes
love and acceptance will rule the world
it's there I know, I'll find my flower child