May I discover in her smile, a distant wind that blows for me,
One may question my intentions, her eyes they set me free,
And the mornings filled with laughter, shinning sun unto your face,
Ever wanting ever craving, no one could ever take your place,
Afternoons we would wander lonely bridges to nowhere,
Holding hands swinging softly in the breeze,
Hoping that something in the mid day air would send us there, As we enjoyed the waters below our knees.
And as the evening pulls us in, we could see our breath in the air, Nightime brought the cold frosted leaves a shiver of dispair, Could this day have to end ever so dark and cold, Let's go inside and light a fire the rest can not be told.
When first you strive the pain is real,
Once your find that life has bit your heel,
A voice within you start to cry,
It's time to quit, and say goodbye,
You start again on life's crusade,
To achieve, to strive, just to have it fade,
From your knees you start to view,
What was a shell of the former you.
You start to wince when others may say,
"I love winning, I've won again today,
Failure is not where you are,
For there is no place so bizzare,
Instead it's a figment in your head,
And it's waiting for the winning thread.
To weave it's loom of promise there,
To help your failure return to it's lair,
So smile..and start to turn the leaf,
Of all the hopes and new beliefs,
To make the failure stand anew,
His life restored...and his future too.