Kind words, Harsh thoughts
Waiting on the day
When you’re on your way
and I’m on mine.
Traveling with our eyes blind.
Where our roads will meet
In all the familiar places
Caught in the heat
And our hearts are in different phases.
Waiting on the day
When I’m on my way
And you’re in mind.
Where our paths will cross
But silence is the language we speak because none of our words are kind.
(2013)
