And I hope
and I pray
to tell you someday
what’s on my mind.
Though I know
I can’t show
the way I feel
within my head,
upon my heart,
beneath my soul.
And I hope
and I pray
to be able someday
to say what’s on my mind.
So I rest
on my couch
floating back into time,
past alleyways
of  memories
which are weak
and perplexed,
but certain in direction.
And I hope;
Lord I pray
to let you know
you’re always on my mind...