my life as a sketchbook

I have hidden in a sketchbook and a journal all my life. Time to open the books, reframe the story & time. Copyright Cinders McLeod. All rights reserved
still waters (song by cinders mcleod, 1988)
the less i saythe more i thinkstill waters running deephow dry my eyeshow close the brinkstill waters running deep
still waters runningdeep blue seasstill waters running deepstill waters runningdeep blue seasstill waters running deep
the more i trythe more i sinkstill waters running deepi swim in wateri can’t drinkstill waters running deep 
still waters must move out to seafear not the wavesthat set us freethe waves must breakor we will drownso we must floodthis quiet townwe must floodthis quiet townwe must floodthis quiet town
and if we drownwe need not fearoceans only sisters tearsif we drownwe need not fearoceans only sisters tearsoceans only sisters tears
where still waters arerunning deepdreaming oceansin our sleep 

still waters
(song by cinders mcleod, 1988)

the less i say
the more i think
still waters running deep
how dry my eyes
how close the brink
still waters running deep

still waters running
deep blue seas
still waters running deep
still waters running
deep blue seas
still waters running deep

the more i try
the more i sink
still waters running deep
i swim in water
i can’t drink
still waters running deep 

still waters must move
out to sea
fear not the waves
that set us free
the waves must break
or we will drown
so we must flood
this quiet town
we must flood
this quiet town
we must flood
this quiet town

and if we drown
we need not fear
oceans only sisters tears
if we drown
we need not fear
oceans only sisters tears
oceans only sisters tears

where still waters are
running deep
dreaming oceans
in our sleep