If only, I can
With a step
With a chance
I make my way, down
Another path, pacing
Slightly slipping
But, I am
Beyond the stutter
I am not racing
Just moving
In a bit of struggle
On this heartfelt marathon
Of colorful design
If only, I can
With a change
With a turn
I make a swing, away
Through the pasture, moving
Slightly staggering
But, I am
A mask of the unturned
Pressing from disguise
I am, showing signs
Just a bit in the mirror
From a bedroom of comfort
This, homely divine
If only, I can
With a warmth
With a rise
I give a touch, openly
Through the moments, coming
Slightly questioning
But, I am
Answering the call
Ever so slowly
Speaking softly
With just a single touch
Coming with, just a word
With scars of discomfort
I say
The only truth, I can
With smiling
If only, I can
Make a thrust, with this hand
Spark the curser, with a cut
A cut that leads
To a bleeding obstruct
But
Stained by the storm
I hear the passion, of the song
Sparking death, all night long
I know, there is meaning
As I can fade to black
With this fragile thing
In a moment that can soar
From a temporary sting
I feel
My heart still beats
After the waves crash
I feel
I can still live
After the knives break
From the touch
Of a calamity dream
Reaching
From the calming
Something
That is of the ocean shine
If only, I can
Make something, with these hands
I know there is only
These hands
But I know, I can
