Barbara T. Webber ©2000
Rushing through life's calendar
the trees rush by in a blur
You cry to me about feeling lost
and I heard not a word.
Now you tell me that you may not find your way along our road.
And I fall and crumble beneath this heavy load.
I was not awake for you my dear
For the things your heart wanted me to hear.
Like a gentle breeze in a forest of trees
I lost part of you somehow.
Please forgive me now.
I sit on a stone on the forest floor,
the sunlight steams from above.
I listen carefully for your song
to speak to me of love.
I can only wait to receive your heart should you decide to stay
and pray for a whisper of hope upon this day. Refrain.