Lifes deepest desires sometimes seem out of reach. Hands I havent forgotten That I am just one person, That I am but one voice Attempting to stand out From the crowd. I remember That I have fallen Amidst the laughter That surrounds me, and that sometimes It gets too loud. I know That I cant sit here And expect my silence To evoke change Without reason. I can see That I dont know everything, That I cant expect My hand to be held Always. I can feel That time is slipping By me, that it Will be gone if I just Stand still. I have heard That there are a million Other voices that sound Like mine, that want also To be heard. Ive been told That its not enough to Wish for dreams, that I Have to work them Into reality. I know that I dont know All that I think I know. I know I wont see all of The places I wish to go. I know Im not ready For all that the world demands, You dont have to always hold me, Just let me see your hands. I know That theres a lot That I wont understand, That you dont have all Of the answers. I havent forgotten That I have to grow up And someday live without Your voice, your opinion-- Making my own decisions. I know that I dont know All that I think I know. I know that I may not see all Of the places I want to someday go. I know Im not ready for everything That I wont always understand You dont have to always hold me But sometimes. . . Just let me touch your Hand. Source: Hands, Change © Jherine N. Saine
Posted on: Sat, 18 Jan 2014 04:57:48 +0000
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