Mosy
William Wyatt Hauptle (1992- ) written in 2015.
Digging my way from the ground to the sound, Living a love so graceful– Riding the wave a bit smoother now, Long as my ears are able– I wanna see you again, I remember you when we stole the summer– December is here, I know you are near, My mind is to wonder–
If all my dreams sing so low, For who they mean do they know? My love is here, only free– Keep growing and flowing so we can mosy.
Making my way from the back of the crowd, Rhythm is ready and getting loud– Humming for some of a smile, Rosy in style to mosy a while– Look at the way she sings, Look at the way she move– In every groove, gotta be true, You know what to do–













