Like the Shepherd

Somewhere near the morning round about the coming of the dawn, There’s a sense of beauty emanating from an angel’s song. Waking from the slumber I forget about the midnight’s storm; In-between these moments the world appears in a diff’rent form. Mysteries surround me, hiding deep within the fog of time, Though I search for answers I been told they never will be mine. Roads ahead are shrouded by an end I’m not allowed to see; Far from steps not taken is the journey that is meant to be. Faces in reflections move back and forth through the days gone by, Still they remain nameless and I know not yet the reason why. Many look much younger with a youthful innocence aglow; Others share the ages that hold all the years I’ve come to know. Through the sunlight streaming bounds the promise of a brand new day, Peaceful sounds of dreaming come from the place where my love does lay. Then there is the angel being like the shepherd to the lamb; She knows where I’m going and exactly who it is I am.