Still I look for the beauty
in songs
To fill my head and lead me
on
Though my dreams have come
up torn and empty
As many times as love has
come and gone
To those gentle ones my memory
runs
To the laughter we shared
at the meals
I filled their kitchens and
living rooms
With my schemes and my broken
wheels
It was never clear how far
or near
The gates to my citadel lay
They were cutting from stone
some dreams of their own
But they listened to mine
anyway
I'm not sure what I'm trying
to say
It could be I've lost my way
Though I keep a watch over
the distance
Heaven's no closer than it
was yesterday
And the angels are older
They know not to wait up for
the sun
They look over my shoulder
At the maps and the drawings
of the journey I've begun
Now the distance leads me farther
on
Though the reasons I once
had are gone
I keep thinking I'll find
what I'm looking for
In the sand beneath the dawn
But the angels are older
They can see that the sun's
setting fast
They look over my shoulder
At the vision of paradise
contained in the light of the past
And they lay down behind me
To sleep beside the road till
the morning has come
Where they know they will
find me
With my maps and my faith
in the distance
Moving farther on
Marco Giunco |
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