Standing Tall - or Not.

Friends and all the places

I been too.

And all the dreams, I dreamed about

Never Came true.

There is, a child, in me.

He wants to go home.

When the Sun sets

and the trees trap

and all of everywhere, is dark.

There is, a young boy, in me.

Who likes to play out, in the cold.

Early Morning, Friends around

And all we do, is play some Sport.

There is, an old Man, in me

Who can not Walk

And he's lost in thought

and the hand he held for years

Is gone.

He's left alone

oh so alone

And as the Darkness Sets

He just, wants to go Home.

Friends and all the places

I been too.

And all the dreams, I dreamed about

Never Came true.

And I'm a little less confident

I'm holding on the rope.

And life taught me this,

That one day, I'll somehow

get home.