FEET FALL ON THE ROAD - Bruce Cockburn

    feet fall on the road
    bound to motion
    though chains be of gold
    they are chains all the same

    traveler on the bridge
    awakens to find
    it's not the river that flows
    but the bridge that moves o'er

    in the hand of the cloud
    liquid as time
    the heron's wings well
    know the grace of space


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