Maybe that’s the answer
she’s been searching for
her whole life.
Since her daddy left her,
she’s been feeling lost
and hard to find
at the same time.
She’s been around the world
trying to move one,
but always been afraid.
Every waking dawn
reminds her of his face.
The fact that she’s alone
and even when she’s not
she can’t stay anyway;
trying to find a way
home.
Where is home,
when you’ve never known?
When your heart has gone,
what are you building on?
When someone leaves us
and takes our cornerstone,
can we build another one?
How do we move on?
She stays seeking
with ever grey dawn.
Every sunlight peeking
through the grey clouds,
dreaming that the right now
is the path to somehow.
Driving the last mile
of familiar road
and finally finding home.
Maybe it is where we dream it is;
where we plant ourselves.
Maybe it’s the moment we can share
our love with someone else.
It’s not just where we dwell;
it’s where we dream
HG – 2016
