[Originally by Lizz Wright]
Blue as the crying sky
With no thorn, AND no THISTLE
Only AN open face
Staring at the waking world
Maybe sheґs just a morning glory
Lost in a tangle of vine
Maybe sheґs just a morning glory
Lost in a tangle of vine
Her arms stretch wide
To receive a life
And her ROOTS go deep into the BLACK EARTH for strength
And she blooms and
Maybe sheґs just a morning glory
Lost in a tangle of vine
Maybe sheґs just a morning glory
Lost in a tangle of vine
She blooms while the people sleep
Only the TRAVELERS SEE HER
To those who RISE with the noon day Sun
She is a closed mystery
AND Maybe sheґs just a morning glory
Lost in a tangle of vine
OH, Maybe sheґs just a morning glory
Lost in a tangle of vine
Lost in a tangle of vine
Lost in a tangle of vine
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