My Father
Life is simple. Or is it? It's cold out today My heart trembles The blue in drops shatters my hope I feel the cut The tears burn it River of pain bridge of light Hands that shrink His eyes still Photograph I cannot bear to look at Life in black in white We are running out of time not now, I tell myself It's not now that we are running out of time We ran out of time years ago We ran out of time when you did not find inside of you The Seed of Love.