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I Trust Every Soul In This Room

I trust every soul in this room

Start with the eyes

Faces, flowers and trees

Days seem longer in this book

When I’m on the page


Winter came inside

Offering his hand

In clouds of camouflage

One eye was brown and one was blue

So we put him down


Am I sleeping on your floor again

In the dark

I trust every soul in this room

I wear the mark


Waiting on the spring again

It’s not what I would do

Jesus said so

Found this ticket so I’ll watch the show

But I’ve got somewhere to be

© Michael Worthington Music 2019


Inspired by Dave Gunning's

Circle Of Boots

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