I find myself wanting to be the water
or the light on the dock
or the slow movement of a passing ship
I just want to feel part of something bigger
I wonder why I don’t
Everyone sees the giant in the sky
up there in the painted sunset
there’s the sound of the fountain
something that can’t be touched or held
How did guilt become a condition for existence?
The guilt of love divided
The guilt of not loving
A time to weep
A time to laugh
A time to mourn
A time to dance
But is it just a graceful dance of sorrow?
or the light on the dock
or the slow movement of a passing ship
I just want to feel part of something bigger
I wonder why I don’t
Everyone sees the giant in the sky
up there in the painted sunset
there’s the sound of the fountain
something that can’t be touched or held
How did guilt become a condition for existence?
The guilt of love divided
The guilt of not loving
A time to weep
A time to laugh
A time to mourn
A time to dance
But is it just a graceful dance of sorrow?
( Pearl Rennial )
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