You were so safe in thinking you were right,
That the distant call of fate was true,
And the one who held the key was you -
Inventing all my dreams each night.

I have often stopped to search the skies
Believing I have found you again
But most were only glimpses from within
When last I saw you with my eyes.

You cannot feel the aching that I feel.
You always fear the shame of being found.
You yearn to bridge this unsafe ground,
And fly from those whose heart you steal.

I cannot hinder your retreat.
But, witnessing the surge of morn,
I faintly hear you cries of being born,
And someday, wish you'll duplicate this feat.

If I can live my life with the knowledge
that all my troubles will, in time, disappear
and make an ally out of all my sorrows
reflecting the strength that comes with the fear
I will forever be victorious.
But, if for even the slightest moment,
I lose the steps I've kept in time,
and drop the torch that lights my way,
casting shadows on all the things I find,
and by stumbling, trip through hurdles-
soon to fall
please lend me a forgiving hand,
because the greatest weakness in my body
is the fact that after all,
I am only an imperfect man.

You were so safe in thinking you were right,
that the distant call of fate was true,
and the one who held the key was you,
inventing all my dreams each night.

I've often stopped to search the skies,
believing I have found you again,
but most were only glimpses from within,
when last I saw you with my eyes.

You cannot feel the aching that I feel.
You always fear the shame of being found.
You yearn to bridge this unsafe ground,
and fly from those whose heart you steal.

I cannot hinder your retreat.
But witnessing the surge of morn,
I faintly hear your cries of being born,
and someday, wish you'll duplicate this feat.