How can I tell if there is hope when the road seems long
and there is nothing to guide me.

I look within and see a scared little girl
who is shy and quiet, not wanting to let herself down.

But what of the future and what of the past.
I’ll set them aside and let the present be my guide.

I’ll feel what I feel and love what I love. 
With yesterday’s pain behind me and
tomorrow’s joy yet to be conceived.

When you’re living in your mind
you create the perfect space 
then reality breaks through
and throws you off your pace.

I listen to myself
and in my lonely mind
I see brighter days
of the love and loving kind.

So say goodbye to fantasies
and better will appear
you can’t see what’s ahead of you
when the past is still a glare.

Forever is a space of time
that’s fluid and not clear
its edges can be changed
by those who wander there.

We set a path in life
and hope it will be straight
but it’s not always practical
to make our true hearts wait.

So love may be forever
and we carry in our hearts
a version of forever
that’s ours to rip apart.

Every once in a while
a feeling draws you in.
The past is on your doorstep
and good memories start to win.

But then the old and tired
start floating in the air
and you know life’s best to come
is waiting patiently out there.

So I say goodbye to tears
and frustration of the past
I sail forward in the sun
with joy and hope my mast.

I had to sit a while
and listen to a friend
she told a lovely story
I didn’t want to end.

I was brightened by her voice
and the way she lit my vision
her words brought love and hope
and I made a big decision.

I called another friend
and listened to her story
I shared my time and love
and told her I was sorry.

On a morning bright and still
the promise was quite clear
the day would bring me sunshine
to dry away my tears.

The world stood still a moment
and watched me walk on past
the rain began to trickle down
the promise didn’t last.

The wind brought change and force
and whipped across my face
my tears were washed away
my troubles were erased. 

I had a little acorn
I planted in the ground
it will grow to be an oak tree
—standing tall without a sound.

I’ll likely never see it 
with this set of eyes
but the promise of the acorn
outlives the old and wise.

My faith will reunite us
in a space and time that’s right
and a little child will swing so high
from its branches every night.