To me for all my sadness, to me for all my dread,
To your hands for touching mine,
To your eyes forever searching, to your lips that do not lie,
To I love you's that may,
To a heart that loves divine, to a window partially open,
To a heaven always closed, to a thought for which there is no escape,
To a child so exposed. To them who work their choosing,
To the right and wrong of ways,
To the length of night and the light of day,
To the peace in silence broken, to ****** sadly wrought,
To the me so enclosed,
To words and rhymes and riddles and times,
To which are lost and such cost,
To nothingness,
To time,
To idleness and,
To crime rendered just, to all things under the sun,
For which we have become, my thoughts fly to thee,
For them who cry in barren lands, for them who stir with mighty hands,
To them who bleed, to them who share, to me, to me, to thee
To seeds and weeds and all things glorious, to the ones of air and sea
To the threshing floor and fire,
To the harp and the lyre, to the ones with wings and eyes to see,
To the ones who deliver hope to me, to thee, to me, to me
To dreams I cannot escape, to fancies I cannot fulfill,
To burdens I never cease,
To amaze, to ****, my thoughts belong to thee, to lonely hearts,
To starting anew, to fear of losing, and loving, and you,
To thee, to water and fire and steam and iron, to forging the path,
To me, to heavens gate, to late, to late,
To a loss and to a point, to names,
To a soul without respite, to a soul without breath, to a soul with righteous rage
To wisdom, to knowledge, to right and to wrong,
To blind and to justice,
To duty, to people who need us all, to smiles not yet broken,
To burdens yet lifted,
To hearts yet shifted, to whispers at night, to hands in moonlight,
To hearing them say,
To I love yous that may, to disbelief, to chaos, to voices of dismay,
To find a new place for you may no longer stay, to find the lost,
To find the me, to find the one thing that we need, to find the right track,
To walking the whole way, to hidden and unspoken, and fearful to say,
To thoughts far flung and scattered, to the east and to the west,
To endings and closings, to fear for the rest, to you and the things I want,
To you and the things I say, to me, to me, to thee
To me, to thee to thee, to the colors and shapes, to the many and the few, to the young and old,
To the loss and the gain, to her and the child, to the ****, to the destruction, to the emptiness,
To ones who stand, to ones who gain, to ones who say my name, to me, to thee, to me,
To the loss I felt, to the gain, to the times we passed them off,
To upright, to the magnitude of faith, to the strength, to when she draws off her blind,
To when she draws her sword, to wisdom, to fury, to knowledge, to tears well spent, to things resolved,
To things I should have said, to things I should not,
To broken promises, and broken oaths, to what I failed, to what I lost
To smile, to light, to smile, to light, to me, to me, to thee, to light, to smile, to light
To me, to me, to thee
To lighter loads, to freedom, to breathing easy, to being more open, to being,
To friends, to life, to love, to release, to friends, to feeling, to love, to being
For the life, for the blood, for the right and wrong of it, for the chances to live, for the chances to love,
To love, to being
