I cant feel the joy of my tears

I can't feel the joy of my tears
Through the terror of my fears
I can feel the age of my years
I'm alone and everyone is here

How I need to find peace for my tired soul
My heart is breaking again from sorrow known
I have more than others and yes I've grown
But I need some happiness even if its on loan

For in the end there is always a price to pay
Soft sheets for the bed in which I lay
The freedom to be to think to see and say
Not imprisoned in a body that cannot move anyway

When our world becomes dark we seek the light
Comfort from anywhere out of the coldness of the night
When we've got no more strength left to fight
The weeping weariness watering eyes moistly bright

The Universe waits to be seen and explored
The purpose of life is to change by always wanting more
To find the wonder of everything and never be bored
To discover the joy of giving is ecstasy not a chore

I can't feel the joy of my tears
Through the terror of my fears
I can feel the age of my years
I'm alone and everyone is here

(c) Rhw 4-27-2000

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