See the Light

I just heard the other day I could have been anything I wanted Imagine, your own choices unencumbered By all that tortuous guff, childhood stuff Where did it come from, how did it start Why doesn’t everyone have it, or none? Do you suppose it has anything to do With the way you think, or talk, or act I stop and watch all the sweet scenes A father holding hands with his little boy His trusting walk, his smile, a precious moment To build on others until a man is made Mom rocks her three year old to sleep Warm and cozy in her loving arms Who wouldn’t want those memories, to share Care for those who can relate, reciprocate Could that simple song guide our lives along Becoming something to someone, somewhere, When weary bones a place to rest, To carry the image, father and mother forever When does that change take place Hold within the secret , their secret The secret sanctity, accepting who And what we are, to radiate life’s joy A purpose for all, quiet and strong Sharing with those who see the light.