Sunday, October 12, 2014

deep mystery

Comparison is the thief of joy
and I've been robbed many times
So much life has passed by me
like water under the bridge it won’t come back
It moves down to the sea where it is lost forever
and I am stuck here on the bank
Too old for the young girls and too young for the old
I’ve sat at their tables and I didn’t belong
It made me long for something more
It makes me long for home
or at least the same face every evening
where we know we belong
and our lives are rolled together
like two verses of a song
where the chorus brings us together
Like rain on the sea we are joined together
in a deep mystery