CIRCLES

CIRCLES

RUNNING, RUNNING THROUGH THE RAIN

FROM THE HEARTACHE AND THE PAIN

PAUSING TO LOOK BACK TO SEE

WHAT NEW TERROR FOLLOWS ME

RUNNING, RUNNING FROM THE PAST

MEMORIES CHASE ME AND OUTLAST

I TRY TO HIDE THE HURT INSIDE

BUT SOON IT'S ALL EXPOSED BY PRIDE

RUNNING, RUNNING EVERYDAY

TO AND FRO, THIS WAY, THAT WAY

BACK AND FORTH FROM DAWN TO DUSK

BUT KEEP ON RUNNING, I KNOW I MUST

MY MEMORIES HUNT ME

MY MIND, THEY TAUNT

MY SOUL'S A CARNIVAL

THAT HEARTACHES HAUNT

SO I MUST RUN THIS LIFELONG RACE

AND STUMBLE TILL I FIND THE GRACE

AND PUT BEHIND ME THE SHADOWS' GRASP

UNTIL I SEE THE GOAL AT LAST

A CHILD, SO YOUNG AND YET SO OLD

I STARTED INNOCENT, I DIDN'T KNOW

HOW HARD THE TASK, HOW LOUD THE CLOCK

THAT CHIMES THE HOURS TILL MY HEART STOPS

SO I RUN ON AND ON AND ON

FROM PAST TO PRESENT AND FUTURE DAWN

RUNNING, RUNNING TO DISTANT SHORE

AND FROM THERE BACK TO THE START ONCE MORE

FOR LIFE'S A CIRCLE AND NOT A LINE

A DOCUMENTARY IN THE MIND

YOU WATCH IT FORWARD AND PLAY IT BACK

REWIND, DELETE SCENES THAT ARE CRACKED

WE RUN IN CIRCLES, SOMETIMES IN FEAR

THAT GOD HAS MADE US AND LEFT US HERE

TO FEND ALONE, TO BLINDLY RUN

UNTIL OUR LIVES ARE OVER, DONE

BUT JUST WHEN WE ARE AT OUR ENDS

WE SEE THAT PAIR OF OUTSTRETCHED HANDS

AND OLD AND FEEBLE AND WEAK AND LAME

WE BECOME CHILDREN ONCE AGAIN

©by Voo

July 22, 06
 1:30 p.m.