Someday
Is it a race, or a chase?It's a difficult one.Are you running faster and further away,Or are you trying to keep up?
Sticks and stones have left you alone,And all your words will soon desert you.Are you waiting?
There is no timeFor wasting any time.This is the end of the line,The definite signOf what we will beSomeday.
Where do we startIf we will end apart?Where do we go from here?It's head versus heart.It will all be clearSomeday.
We hear that rumbling song in the distance.It's coming closer, but we don't like to talk about it.The sticks and stones won't build you a home,And every word it will exert you'til your done.
There is no timeFor wasting any time.This is the end of the line,The definite signOf what we will beSomeday.
Where do we startIf we will end apart?Where do we go from here?It's head versus heart.It will all be clearSomeday.