Living between the light and the shadows
The lines and the curves
The right and the wrong.
Wanting to be somebody good
To do what I should
To know… the way.
But life goes on.
And I sit and I cry
While wondering why…
Why Lord?
Living upon the edge of the morning
The crest of a mountain
The tail of a breeze
Singing the lines of a sweet song
Which longs to be free
But doesn’t rise from my throat.
And life goes on.
And I sit and I cry,
While wondering why
Why am I here lord…
Oh why?
But somewhere...
Inside of me I know
That someday Me you will show
Just why I am here.
But till then…
Life
Goes
On. 
