Every time I reach
Just a little beyond my grasp
I imagine myself a tower
With the pinnacle in my hand
Just a little beyond my grasp
I imagine myself a tower
With the pinnacle in my hand
And so I rise
In heart and soul
Astride the vision
Of an elevated spirit
He locks up
With a willful hope
A dream from another life
From another time
Perhaps the children
Will still be awake
With their sparkling eyes
So he hurries home
On a wish and a prayer
Even a drowsy hug is a tonic
As I grew more confident
In being vulnerable
I began to understand
The strength in vulnerability
Such are the conditions
Of beautiful perfections
A smile to say
“Goodnight, my friend”
Then again to
Welcome morning
In the darkness
Protect the gate
From those who carry
Cans of paint