On the edge of an explosion
So much packed down now inside
Tiptoe by to keep it quiet
Push it forward, let it slide
Too many words to decipher
Too much meaning I can’t decode
But it’s pressing, moving faster
Taking me down some unknown road
Unfamiliar, overwhelming
Trying to sort out what is real
Too good, too bad to know for sure
Too much judged now by how I feel
There is a way to sort it out
To let the facts and feelings fit
Pass through without an explosion
Find peace within, inside of it
A broken hope of taken dreams
The loss of worlds we make in dreams
The truth I thought that I could trust
Turned out be mistaken dreams
The world is crumbling round my heart
I fall beneath my shaken dreams
I vow to never dream again
Bury the past’s forsaken dreams
My heart stands fast, will not let go
Its broken shards awaken dreams
Cobwebs and petals suspended in time
Caught in the rocks where the water can’t reach
Waiting for something – someone to pass by
New footprints in old, once more on the beach
Footsteps of people traversing through time
Following memories out on the pier
A past child wading to sail wooden boats
Feel that child’s hopefulness, helplessness, fear
The past’s chilling winds blow strong off the bay
Hold on, let it pass, do not be knocked down
The clouds blow away, the sunshine breaks through
Face toward the warmth and let healing be found
The lighthouse stands strong, so timeless and sure
Changeless no matter the darkness or rain
Guiding the travelers to present from past
Look up now to find the direction again
An avalanche of endless walls
Everywhere I turn
So many climbs, so many falls
Will I ever learn
A false façade of fake success
Tempts me to keep on
All hollow – break through and regress
Just another con
How bleak life looks if there’s no hope
To escape these walls
Reduced each day to try to cope
With the pain of falls
But there is still a lifeline rope
Listen when He calls
Waiting for a bus or train
Waiting for the light to change
Waiting for the rain to stop
Waiting for the shoe to drop
Waiting for a grade or raise
Waiting on roadwork delays
Waiting for another clue
Waiting just to hear from you
Waiting for the day to end
Waiting to see round the bend
Waiting for the phone to ring
Waiting through the cold for spring
Waiting for important news
Waiting to see who will lose
Waiting to prove if it’s true
Waiting just to hear from you
I wasn’t really sure if I was right or wrong
But the elephant in the room showed where I belong
All the way to town I was looking for a shoe
When all along all that I was missing was you
The hardest way to go is to try the wrong way first
You never get the tune til you sing the second verse
You can talk to me til you are blue in the face
But do not judge until you see the tortoise win the race
Why is life so mixed up, I’ll never know for sure
But someday it will all make sense if we can endure
