MAN IN ROOM 39

Windowless room, number 39, holds an honest man with a thirsty mind
But there are no rivers inside these walls
And so he sings,

Roaring brooks and cherry trees
This is the place my heart longs to be
The blossoms in the water call me.

His glossy shoes only hold him down; they were never meant to cover ground
So he slips them off and frees his soul, then he goes to

Roaring brooks and cherry trees
This is the place my heart longs to be
The blossoms in the water call me.

Remember a mountaintop has no roof and a home in the wild needs no window
Leave your cage, break your chains, roar your name
And sing

Roaring brooks and cherry trees
This is the place my heart longs to be
The blossoms in the water call me.