HANDS
 




Hands

Dreams of vivid thought, has left me wondering,
Are they real, or just a place where my mind goes,
For airless space,
I feel you so deep inside me when, I pray,
I hear your voice say, it will be okay,
Day after day, I talk to you about all the wrong,
I talk to you about the evil that people do,

When I dream it feels like your hands,
Massages my inner peace, can you make all the bad
Cease,
With your words of wisdom, Iíll try not to hate,
And I do understand, without destiny thereís fate,
So now I do know, the dreams are true,
It was your hands that helped me through,

My dreams are real, I know it now,
Because when I looked down at my carpet,
There lays a sandal, that is not my size,


Boogaman 4/11/2004


By Boog

© 2004 Boog (All rights reserved)

 

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