The original version of Daisies Into Chains has been published in All of Me Vol. I, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing.

Listen to Daisies Into Chains by Richard Charles Stevens (Freestyler Suite)

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(Fade in) Reconcile
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Making daisies into never-ending chains
Making daisies into never-ending chains
Making daisies into never-ending chains
Making daisies into never-ending chains
Making daisies into never-ending chains
Making daisies into never-ending chains
Making daisies into never-ending
Daisies into never-ending
Daisies into never-ending chains
Chains
Chains
Chains
Chains
(Reconcile)
.
Skimming stones down by the riverside
Remember this place from when I was merely a child
Precious little has changed
Its mystery still unexplained
Its magic fantastically famed
Still widens my eyes all the same
.
Howbeit
The faith which had faded away now parades pride of place reconciled
(Reconcile)
I see it
Can taste sweet embrace as I chase every dream preconceived in the wild
(Reconcile)
Shall be it
The brave to relate to the pain for its gains are my own clay to style
(Reconcile)
Break free
Of the reins which disgraced and relace with the grace and the faith of a child
(Reconcile)
.
My heart is at peace from conflict wild
(Reconcile Reconcile)
Each piece of my art offers glimpse to a fable compiled from a lost soul no longer exiled
I feel free
(I feel free)
I feel blithe
(I feel blithe)
I feel closer to nature than any one time in my life
(Reconcile Reconcile Reconcile)
Feel relieved to have felt every trouble and strife
Apt pupil with view to exercise scruples for every time sorrows are rife
Tomorrow no longer begged for but borrowed
From deep-dyed belief that whatever the weather the sun will still handsomely shine
.
Howbeit
The faith which had faded away now parades pride of place reconciled
(The sun will still handsomely shine)
I see it
Can taste sweet embrace as I chase every dream preconceived in the wild
(The sun will still handsomely shine)
Shall be it
The brave to relate to the pain for its gains are my own clay to style
(The sun will still handsomely shine)
Break free
Of the reins which disgraced and relace with the grace and the faith of a child
.
Climbing the tallest oak tree I can possibly find
For all the grazed knees
I proceed without caution
Two eyes on triumph
Not one on misfortune
The river it runs through the smile of the sun
With the moon in its diamond strewn stride
This lagoon very first to confide
Whereabouts of long forsaken reawakened inner child
.
Howbeit
The faith which had faded away now parades pride of place reconciled
(Reconcile)
I see it
Can taste sweet embrace as I chase every dream preconceived in the wild
(Reconcile)
Shall be it
The brave to relate to the pain for its gains are my own clay to style
(Reconcile)
Break free
Of the reins which disgraced and relace with the grace and the faith of a child
(Reconcile)
.
Searched both high and low for stars to twinkle buenos dias
Notching up the air miles of black eagle
Soared high above the clouds and all signs pointed back to ground
Found myself a haystack and then threaded eye of needle
Glanced back at adventures passed and offered keen salute
For trees need not retreat each time they choose to feed their roots
Whatever the endeavour I have never been in better shape to sever any dead wood in the redwood of my brain
Open lungs to height of their capacity and actually breathe again
(Reconcile)
Open lungs to height of their capacity and actually breathe again
(Reconcile)
.
Feel the rain against my skin
Drink it in for it replenishes
This beverage the leverage to never give up hope
Never miss an opening to scuttle up the rope swing
(Scuttle up the rope swing)
With a bevy of the very blindest faith
(Scuttle up the rope swing)
’69 Chevy purring gently at most heavenly of gates
Destiny awaiting
Making daisies into never-ending chains
Making daisies into never-ending chains
Making daisies into never-ending
Never-ending chains
.
Howbeit
The faith which had faded away now parades pride of place reconciled
I see it
Can taste sweet embrace as I chase every dream preconceived in the wild
Shall be it
The brave to relate to the pain for its gains are my own clay to style
Break free
Of the reins which disgraced and relace with the grace and the faith of a child
(Reconciled)
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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