So close yet so far,
through the door ajar...

A little light is seeping,
opportunities are peeping...

I try to grab them with both my hands,
they slip through my fingers like dry sand...

Every single day,
to my dismay...

I try to make ends meet,
In the end am left with just tired feet...

Count your blessings is what they say,
Easier said than done in life's ballet...

I spread my arms and keep on waiting,
looking on with weary eyes...

For some blessings not in disguise,
for sunny mornings and deep blue skies...
for golden sunsets and full moonrise,
Listening to the sayings wise...

I spread my arms and keep on waiting,
looking on with weary eyes...

So close yet so far,
through the door ajar...

A tiny little light is seeping...