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for Maria Orlowski (Miriam Winter)
chorus
She'll carry you where frost sings rain,
where courage rides a runaway train.
Listen as night rolls into dawn,
here distance is a sleepless song.
She'll draw you through fire and sleet
to where the sun's light completes.
verse 1
Her art calls from the museum of time,
plays a dark piano, sings a broken rhyme
of childhood lies and hidden devotion,
dances a polka to the other side of the ocean.
Pins a sketchbook to her heart, weaves faith
into a story of families torn apart.
Faces of long ago press against a street car window.
chorus
She'll carry you where frost sings rain,
where courage rides a runaway train.
Listen as night rolls into dawn,
here distance is a sleepless song.
She'll draw you through fire and sleet
to where the sun's light completes.
verse 2
Maria steps off memory into today,
writes the blue of Lake Walloon,
sketches a woman on a pontoon,
tends the poetry of a garden ripe too soon,
cultivates the sun where darkness grew,
sees in the light someone she once knew.
Faces of long ago press against a street car window.
chorus
She'll carry you where frost sings rain,
where courage rides a runaway train.
Listen as night rolls into dawn,
here distance is a sleepless song.
She'll draw you through fire and sleet
to where the sun's light completes.
Chris Lord, Ann Arbor, Michigan