Donnerstag, Juli 07, 2011

If I knew...

If I knew how to take you, I would have done it a long time ago, if I knew how to quell your fears, you'd be the bravest of them all. If I knew how to reach you while we're galaxies apart, I would paint your walls with the fibres of my heart. If I knew your eyes were open, I'd have tried to catch fire to light up all your nights and share with you my orange sky. Had I known that this would come, I'd never have walked this far, but here I'm standing on the edge: a little burnt, a little scarred. And if I knew how to do it, if I knew how it worked, I'd give everything I've come for, I would try to find the words. If I knew there was hope - but then it wouldn't be hope of course. It would be knowledge, would be certainty, not improvised and unrehearsed. If I knew anything at all - what would be the point? We're living in times of signs and wonders, we're believing, 'cause this is the point.

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