If I Had the Words

If I had the words to speak of a new beginning, I would crawl inside that inspiration and cry the tears that elude me, I sometimes wonder if my daughter will know the horror of a soul that won’t cry, I hope not, I hope she knows nothing but sadness and joy, I once dreamed of a Christmas morning adorned with all of my friends and family laughing to the sounds of Earth, Wind, and Fire. And soon that may come. But now, I see dreams just beyond my reach, And hopes that look impossible, This sorrow is a wondrous antidote to the horror of my refracted consciousness screaming that I am hell bound, For I may never know the joy of dreams fulfilled, But in the meantime, I feel God’s tears pitter patting on my window sill, And I leave my window open, so that he knows I’m listening.