age

chords strike hard,
like they're segregating me
and for what?
i'm tired of not knowing any more.

with every song,
with every note,
you sing me to sleep.
but i want to stay awake,
and you're drugging me to silence.
you're drugging me away.

you want a mute to love.
and i want my man to stay.

the minute i tried to work this life out for us,
i became a threat.
i became a threat for trying
because i filled in for your incapabilities,
trying to complete you like you completed me,
not judging you, just loving you.

but there you sat,
burying me further under the pile 
of paperwork you wanted me to sign.
while i buried in the bills,
in the kids,
while i'm down under,
with the whole department at work
holding me down for a prejudice that belongs to them,
a prejudice that has nothing to do with the way i work,
i'm sorry i can't take the colour of my skin
away from the way my hands move
as i teach the victims of your pasts to
speak the language you sinned against them with.

i can't stop this from taking over.
and i hope i awake,
because my life means nothing without you.
but here i am, the happy fool,
living with a ghost,
while you've been living with a host
as a guest,
in your own home.

everything i did, i did it 
out of love.
and everything you did, you did because 
you were rushed.
all our battles were fought,
without us knowing enough.

now everything i do,
i do to survive.
because my love,
this world is much bigger than just the two of us.
our children live,
and they deserve better than
our example of love.

we're growing old,
you forgot i was still young inside.
you helped me to be young all those years ago,
and now, i've never felt older.
age is what happens when i'm separated from you.
age is what happens when you don't protect me.
age is what happens when we're no longer close.
age is what happens when you say things should have been different.
age is what faces us at every step.
and today,
age is what you reflect.

Keep faith

Where do we go?

When we know the gates of heaven

are closed.

And the lights that shine on Broadway are far away,

and our hopes and dreams,

a feather to blow,

in the wind.

What do we see?

When we look into the faces of our children,

Do we promise them of life faithfully?

Or do we smile at them and tell them,

We will go.

And the gates of heaven'll be

standing ajar.

And the lights that shine the world, they're not far.

And our hopes and dreams

will always set us free.

Can we feel the wind

on our faces as we

fly across the seas?

Do we remember old and new

and their to-be's?

Do we sigh and smile

as nostalgia breaks

the evening tide?

Where do we go?

When we find the world's

a dark and scary place?

When the life that brought the August springs are far away.

And the petrified trees whisper to us,

as we walk.

What do we fear?

Have our friends just left us hanging on the shores?

And the bells that set the doves free, they're no more.

When family completely turns away?

Seems like yesterday.

But you should know

that there is hope

because there's tomorrow yet again.

And through death,

another life enters in.

And there's love for each and every turn away.

Just keep faith . . . keep faith