Admiring the deep grooves
Contour lines of my hands
Topography of life
More marked and populated
As time goes by
I have grown old
Waiting to know you

Admiring the deep grooves
Contour lines of my hands
Topography of life
More marked and populated
As time goes by
I have grown old
Waiting to know you

Hearts beat wild
Parading throes of life
Why are we here?
Questions that never disappear
Take the child
Within each passing smile
Fear of the brink
Fear of the greatest unknown
One step closer

Giving in
Distance is space
Silence is peace
Thoughts may hinder
Feelings may breach
Relent the tense body
To the shimmer
Of the sea
