…and we find it,
Was it lost?
Could have been our wish,
but all our coins were tossed.
Sprawled out on the floor,
Asking simple questions,
pieces of happy,
your brown eyes bright.
Will you still sing our songs at night?
Your head resting,
shoulder wet with your tears,
The words rang out into the night,
replacing all your fears.
Sprawled out on the floor,
Asking simple questions,
pieces of happy,
your brown eyes bright.
Will you still sing our songs at night?
These songs that you know,
Will they find some space
to mean and then to grow?
Or just like so much,
the things in your life, the times in your life, will they be replaced?