my little life

my little life
seems oh so small
some days i don't feel much connection at all
but i go to bed hoping
when the sun returns
that it will be the day
i have been waiting for

and i build and i knit
and i cook and i sew
and i string the beads
on soft silk thread
in my little life
these things take form
and the sun goes down
on the trial and the weary worn
hearts that beat
and deliver blood
to parts that need
to breathe

oh for one short day
on that soft beach shore
my little life
would be taken in hand
and all the things
i had cherished and born
would be yours
and yours alone

the fresh summer sun
in the beating blue sky
would wake us
would shake us
out of our tired time
i've never felt so much like this
and not been able
to get out of it

the buses the trains the cars the planes
what is their purpose
where do they think they are going today
and when they get there
they never stay

my little life is eaten
by the morning
that doesn't get all that it needs to
done
and the constant travelling of the hands round the clock
unless the battery's energy drops
and then
my little life suspended in time
would mean next to nothing
disappear in a void

but i guess
i could say
at least i tried
to keep the passion inside me alive
and one or two others
saw the light