THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
Seeds In The Winter
(The Colours of White)
...being bits of proof that life survives as long as there's hope...
as open as I am, I am alone
I wonder if that means I'm really closed
as honest as I am, I am alone
I wonder if that means nobody knows
who I am...
who am I...
who knows...
I miss looking into someone else's eyes
I miss seeing myself in mine
as free as I am, I'm a prisoner
I wonder if that means I'm really out there
as much as I talk, I'm a listener
I wonder if that means I'm really somewhere
where I am...
where am I...
who knows...
I miss being held in someone else's soul
I miss what I used to call divine
as young as I am, I am aching
I wonder if that means I'm really old
as high as I am, I'm still lonely
I wonder if that means I'm really low
what I am...
what am I...
who knows...
I miss knowing someone's secret intimacy
I miss knowing someone who knows me
I've been wandering
I've been wondering
when will I find my way
I've been wandering
I've been wondering
am I just wasting away
am I fooling myself
when I think I have something to give
am I kidding myself
when I feel I have reason to live
am I teasing myself
when I believe that I will find true love
am I killing myself
holding out for everything I dream of
as true as I am, I am failing
I wonder if that means I'm really lying
as much as I am, I'm still empty
I wonder if that means I'm really dying
who I am...
who am I...
who knows...
I miss knowing...
I've been wandering
I've been wondering
when will I find my way
I've been wandering
I've been wondering
does anybody care today
I've been wandering
I've been wondering
will anybody ever stay
I've been wandering
I've been wondering
am I just wasting away
Wondering Me
Ric Candor ©2000
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