Mar 18, 2008 15:40
We reach for dreams
shadow things
reach blindly out
for something real
grasp at thin air
like sand through fingertips
slipping away
where?
was that shadow truth?
was it true?
like water it flows on
hardly impeded by hands
hands that hope to hold
so tight
hands strong and worn
oh, they know the world.
so well.
But these ideas can't be held
On and on they go
And we follow without seeing
without knowing
What I wouldn't do
to reach you
to hold you in my arms
my daughter, son
and say I know you
how to care for you
what to give
to make your life perfect
But you flicker out of view
and leave me
to wander a path I cannot see
Reveal yourself to me!
I know what it means
to laugh, hurt, cry
Tell me what it means to die
Will something pull my soul
up through me on a string
or will it be a dream?
I'll follow where you lead
with surer steps
if I knew someone was there