Something's happening. Down by the shore. There is a blind man. Who is not blind anymore. . Everybody's talking. How can this be?. A little mud, a gentle touch.
Sacrifices never made, desperate prayers I left un-prayed. Forgiveness not asked for love not confessed. Compromises all refused, coat of armor not removed.
Let me hold you close, I know you're frightened. Go ahead and cry, I understand. You were safe and you were warm. And then suddenly without a warning things began to change.
I was hoping You would write to me a message in the stars. As if the stars themselves were not enough. And I awaited Your arrival here from some place very far.
There's a time I can recall. Four years old and three feet tall. Trying to touch the stars and the cookie jar. And both were out of reach. . And later on in my high school.
Leaky faucet dripping in the kitchen. Rubber squealing, watch out in the alley. Mr. Marley's probably late for work again. . Birdie singing, telling me to get up.
Do I annoy you with my optimism?. Am I an insult to your realism?. I got hope and just a little bit of passion. . And I know both those things have gone right out of fashion.
Farther than lands you have ever imagined. Deeper than even the oceans of blue. An open horizon is waiting like morning. Waking the dreamer who's living in you.