Lyrics Scramble
We'll Meet in the Stars - Linka Kulla
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Section 1
Saturday sun through the door.
Little Johnny ties his shoes.
Balcony door left open—someone…
Windows shut, AC hums,
Mom flips eggs, Dad reads the news,
Clamdens on the seventh floor,
Section 2
Seventh-floor miracle, wild and free.
Hallelujah, hallelujah—thank the tree!
Good fortune wrapped him up again.
Leaves caught his fall, dirt kissed his skin,
Seven stories down, but the branches prevailed.
Oh, Johnny flew like a bird from the rail,