Sometimes I long
To walk upon dry land
And feel secure
In footsteps where I stand.
Sometimes I long
To close my eyes and see
Shadows forming images
Designed to set me free.
Sometimes I long
To break away the ice
That causes frost
And offers ill advice.
Sometimes I long
To dream of my old smile
Then awake
And wear it for a while.
Sometimes I long
To run and win my race
Against the tide
That brings my fall from grace.
Sometimes I long
To feature in a book
And walk along
The pages of good luck.
Sometimes I long
To walk with one who\'s true
And in my heart
I wish it could be you ...