I close my eyes
and I slip away
carried on a whim.
I sleep and dream,
I hope and fail,
I am what I was not.
The dreams were meant
to a reality be
The hopes were dreams
of a future unseen
I am what I did not want to be.

Start again,
but not at the beginning
Start at the end
or the middle of me
Follow the road
twisting and winding
to where I may be
waiting for you

There you will find
stacked and heap
groups and cousins of hope
laying about with cluttered precision
waiting for you
waiting for me

I can make them real
as real as they should
I can hope and pass
and dream and hope
I can be who I should

He made me as
He makes it possible
to survive the lost hopes
and misplaced dreams
to find the path
in the middle of me

smile now and close
your eyes and feel
the soft warm wind
caress you soul
I am He who brought you so much
and asked you to lay
at peace in My Hope
have faith and persistence
walk and cry for help
I will have loved
your whole life through.