Where Why When
The wall is up too high to see.
The other side of what's to be.
I turn around from where I've been.
But cannot go back there again.
I'm left to find a way around.
Or build a ladder from the ground.
My eyes can't see where I can go.
Cause where I've been is all I know.
How did I get from there to here?
I had to get past what I fear.
But is it where I want to be?
I guess no one can know but me.
Sometimes we take the turn we should.
Sometimes things end up just no good.
In love and luck you just can't tell.
When you will win and ring the bell.
We spend our days with blinders on.
And cannot see until they're gone.
If seer's honestly can see.
I wonder what they'd see in me.
If dreams are meant to mean something.
Then why don't we know what they'll bring.
Maybe if we can find God's grace.
We'll know when we have found our place.
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