Lyrics

I Am

I am the blizzard of '46
A box of colored pick up sticks
A jar of flashing fireflies
The laughter in my mother's eyes

An ace of spades in rapid fire
Closepinned to a bike's back tire
A flash of chrome on a souped-up car
A wintery night, a sea of stars

I Am
I Am

I am the neon city night
I am a hometown front porch light
A pounding heart's first tender kiss
In every way, I'm all of this

I am the Indian summer sky
A tear for every friend gone by
A silvery cold November rain
A hymn of joy, a widow's pain

I Am
I Am

And when the dark earth calls me home
You will never be alone
Every moment we have shared
Whispers to you like a prayer

I Am
I Am

(c)Len Handler