Space

There are clouds and there is wind

there’s a storm and there is light

there are words and there’s a line

there’s a thought and there’s a fight

There are fields and there’s a road

there’s a dust and there’s a roar

there are feet and there’s a print

there are hands who want more

And space, space, space in front of me

in close quarters with myself

so close I couldn’t see

the freedom ahead of me

There are nights and there’s a dream

there is hope and there is loss

there are rhymes without a reason

there are paths we need to cross

And space, space, space in front of me

in close quarters with myself

so close I couldn’t see

the freedom ahead of me

There are waves and there’s a shore

there is sand and there is foam

there are birds without a nest

there’s a heart longing for a home

And space, space, space in front of me

in close quarters with myself

so close I couldn’t see

there’s freedom ahead of me