The pain is still real
A memory of things past...

Drifting away on the wings of a dream
Taking me someplace I have been before...

When you were my little man
Laughing, playing and holding my hand...

There is darkness all around
Even in the light of day...

Unable to see my hand in front of my face
Edging my way along the wall...

Love light filling your eyes
Radiating from deep within...

The swaying of the houseboat in the wind, gently...
Rain washing over the windows and pounding the...

Wave after wave crashes upon my shore
Pain washing over my empty, haunted soul...

Love flows from your heart
Passing over your sensuous lips...

I am at peace within myself
First time in many a year...

Eagles soaring above the trees
Silhouette against the painted sky...

Accepting me as I am
Judging not what I have done...