It is heavy tonight, again. Whatever happened to the girl who stepped so blithe up the stairway, across the hall and - into a never-forgotten world? For it does seem familiar, like a song I've danced to a hundred times.
Only, how do you navigate when the signs are hazy and the way is dim?
When she hides her light not knowing why she does it
Oh the sun is bright but she's too close to it
While inside hope flickers like the end of a dream.
So while I was away
What else did I miss?
Would you choose life, dearest, in a snowglobe here
Where probing voices melt away
And snowflakes ever fall
gentle on your shoulders
Knowing what is gone may not be again, but nothing is certain in a world never-forgotten.
Otherwise I would still know the way, and still understand the signs.
Subdued frailty. That's how it feels.
I couldn't bear to hurt another, so I hid myself away.
And now it's so plain
The piece that's been missing, is my sunsparkle.
And sometimes you just want someone to see. Just what you mean, when you can't find the words.
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