so far you've traveled
oh the things you've seen
so why do you weep when you lay your eyes upon me?
i try to stand tall like the old oak tree
my heart lain open like the vast open sea
i could go on and on with this imagery
but still you weep as you sleep next to me...
your dreams i imagine are fill with wanderlust
no time to slow down
continue you must
but where weeping lion do you find the time
between here and there to slow down your mind
to let the warmth in and your heart begin
to match the pace of an others skin