Maybe they'll listen more someday
When the rest of the world has turned away
For now I'll let Phil Keaggy lead the way
Mould my brain with music, easy as clay.
Try to explain colours to a person, blind from birth
Then tell me you understand the world, the earth
In this sate of trance, all we have is dearth
Is all we're doing even close to what we're worth?
I could tell you I cared, say I meant it, per say
But those people, their lives so far away,
Won't know me more tomorrow than they do today
I think of these things as I hope for you to stay.
All the others, tell me you couldn't care less
But I know that to you, my love isn't worthless
I wait everyday for that gentle caress
Long for the moment of your next tender kiss.
As time goes on, I'll turn the next page
As the book goes on, I try to remember my age
Sometimes it seem I've locked it in a cage
My heart, my soul, my courage.