Sunday, August 15, 2010
There Are Days
There are days when I can’t find my compass.
My bearings, I just can’t get straight;
I flounder around like in one of my dreams
Where I know I can fly, but I can’t.
On these days, my brain seems so muddled.
A sense of belonging’s not there.
But I feel lost with no one to care.
I struggle to get my direction.
Wondering what will bring me back home.
Then I’ll hear his sweet voice or feel his soft touch
And I know I’m right where I belong.
But grateful that sometimes they do.
Because they gently remind me
That for him, I’m his compass too.
My true love keeps my heart centered
While giving me wings to fly.
Keeping his heart right next to mine.