can we be more than the night that we meet, can we be more then the dreams that we dream, can we be more then the things that we say, we are so much more then the life we convey
so what do we do right now, standing all alone and proud, with no one here to take my hand. while I am dreaming of a pair of eyes that understand that we must be more then the night that we meet,
we must see things in a better reality, where people walk together as one, where laughter gave birth to the best kind of fun, where a tickle was no more then a smile heard all over the land, and women enjoyed the feel of a man.
Can we go back to that perfect place in time, where it was alright to bask in the light, where your shine was part of your flow and dreams gave details to goals, how do i question the timing today where women have lost their purpose or ability to stay, we no longer weather the storms as they come, we all just pick and run,
I am just saying , tears falling from my eyes, little girls not learning to thrive, young men afraid of the fall, they fail before they can hear life as it calls,
Yes I see you standing there, wondering where there is we can go, if only we could turn the hands of time back and bask in the glory of things we now know, and no I am not angry at all, but someone must say it before we all fall, can we be more then the moment we meet, if not for us but the generations we teach, can we please be more then that, can we please be true to that, not for me but for them that see, we are more, each and everyone then the moment we are born.