Wednesday, September 21, 2011

More Hopeful Than the Last

Can we go back to those days
before the blues and the grays
when both of us had somebody
and had something to say?
Now the silence is killing
and everything that we're willing
is that tragedy can
take us away.
But we weren't meant for wires
and we can't reach the stars.
We thought maybe we missed em.
Turns out they're not ours.
They're everybody's wonders.
We're safe in the hands
that are spinning the axes of
these valleys and sands.
You were born with a beauty
and light we can see.
Trust me, everyone sees it.
It's really not just me.
All the poets and writers,
the musicians and whores,
All the lovers and teachers,
the soldiers, the wars,
and the kids here and street bound
are looking above
just praying and wishing
and hoping for love.
We live over our heads
just searching for a light.
Our lives were made for loving.
It's an undending fight.
But it's one that's worth fighting.
I'll always have your back.
There's a piece of me missing
but you have what I lack.
So together we're whole
and we can walk the world.
You, as a light ahead
and I'm still just a little girl.
But one day I'll get the courage
to reach just as far as you.
Love is gonna win this war.
Trust me,
it's what I do.


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