In the moment where truth dances with lies
I catch the fire in your distant eyes.
I want to seek shelter in the setting sun.
I resist the moonlight for the chance to run.
I've wandered blind on the road to shame.
I've stood up for love, denying pain.
Now I'm older and slightly wise;
I won't fall harshly on your tender disquise.
IN the futile fields of days gone by
I've found that trust must too soon die.
In the cynics world I modestly dwell;
it's better than drifting in dreamers hell.
Still, I shed some restless tears
for innocence robbed in earlier years.
Hold by body, thrive safely on raging heat.
loss wrestle hope, but the soul it defeats.
God is seen always in a child's eyes