“It’s Gonna Be Alright” – Song By: Ronnie and Heather Whitley Gibson

cats warm themselves by fire
while mommy brushes hair
daddy drinks his black coffee
It’s gonna be alright
It’s gonna be alright

to touch the skin turns gold
long stories are untold
the graying hair of elder men
It’s gonna be alright
It’s gonna be alright

sunflowers catapult, into the night
settling seeds in the yard, pin wheel subsides

grandmother’s clay spoon clutched by hands
the pottery wheel spins
kneading out the rising meal
It’s gonna be alright
It’s gonna be alright

the wrinkles hold pinched bread
smelling potatoes as they peel
the wheat brought out of land still stands
It’s gonna be alright
It’s gonna be alright

the dishes clatter in soapy air, the blue white old plate ware
silver patterned steel ingrained, being held by many hands

stones tossed out in the lake
the roots grab the soil they take
fish boils and the ice melts
It’s gonna be alright
It’s gonna be alright

there is always time to wait
for every season so bright
everything’s gonna be alright.

Take A Listen To “It’s Gonna Be Alright”

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