To know that you're still hoping
for days that never were--
the wishes might be empty,
the promises unsure--
To know that you're still trying...
means everything to me.

To know that you're still searching
for light at every turn--
You're bound to find the answers,
and someday you will learn--
to know that you're still growing,
means everything.
Through it all, it means everything to me.

It's part of our existence
to struggle through the pain,
and hope somehow the effort
brings happiness again.
To know that we're together...
Means everything.
Through it all,
it means everything to me.
 
 

We sing our dreams of yesterday,
illusion's shadow play,
in mist through the trees.
I wonder, is it really wrong
to play a ballad song
of hopeless fantasies?

The minstrel tries to find the words
to fit a song he's never heard.

The one I hoped for yesterday
didn't know my way,
I'd never find her road.
You came--I thought that everything,
that I would ever sing,
might hide the fear I showed.

Our course ahead leads to delay,
steps that dim away
in distant should-have-beens.
We come invited to the dance
to someday share a chance
with once and future kings?

The minstrel leaves--no words will show
the inner song he's come to know.
 
 

If there were love everywhere,
there would be hope and no war,
if only there were love.
If everyone were in love, as we are,
every person would know his heart,
and peace would have a prayer,
if there were love, if there were love.

If only we found harmony,
we'd have a place to start,
if everyone looked for love
in his heart.

If there were love, we'd give the night
a ray of light, if everyone were in love.

If everyone could believe in the good of another,
we'd share a world of faith and hope and love,
if only there were love.
 
 

From another place,
she's from a different time,
when manners were in fashion.

He could have been a knight
in a world deprived
of love, hope and passion.

Two of a kind,
in an age out of sync with the times,
who knew that their hearts
had to touch in this life.
Ageless love.

I couldn't love you more,
if you were in your time
and I could sojourn there.

I cannot love you less--
the years can come and pass,
as long as we can share
this ageless love.
Ageless love.
 
 

Funny, how the mind makes the moments into years,
silly, specter pictures, exaggerated fears.

It's been so long, since I've seen you.
I'm living in a half-forgotten then.
Just days have passed, since we've parted.
How I long to see you!
Can't you tell I need you?
I'd really want to see you again.

Seldom are real thoughts in reach to dwell upon.
You never miss the moment, until you've found it gone.

Reality takes its departure,
projecting glass illusions ahead.
Trade one fear for another.
Looking out for trouble,
you're bound to get it double.
Carry on your own life instead.
 
 

Your eyes find spring's sun, at last,
remembering your darkened past
through these changing times.

Your ears had once listened to the river's song,
lost in blue season's shallow chimes.

Freedom's wings.
You try to find intention's end,
whose face had lost identity
in winter's cold, dead silence.
A way for all is no one's way to be.
Freedom's wings, freedom's wings.

These eyes have seen your tears,
the struggles brought through lonely years.
I see now how you've grown.

Freedom's wings.
To rise above intention's bounds,
you found your own identity.
Now show a new arising,
and fly upon your new-found
freedom's wings, freedom's wings.
 
 

It's not too unusual,
sitting still, at last,
looking on tomorrow,
with thoughts about our past.
It's hard to let the day just go away.

It's not too unusual,
that only in a day,
since we were last together--
'though I knew you'd never stay--
to think I may never see your face again.

It's not too unusual,
after wishing you the best,
I hope you're still happy.
These feelings never rest.
I want to let you know,
after so many years,
I think of you.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Coming Dusk

Day has left me--I thought its light would last.
I turned my back, and life slipped past.
Coming dusk--you said, "Goodbye."
Now the sun sinks from the sky.

Don't be afraid to face the silence.
Look into the bottom of your soul--
It can only hurt you if you let them see the fear
behind the stranger in your eyes.

Do not be afraid of tomorrow,
sufficient to the day until we die.
Today can bring you no more sorrow than the last.
You never know until you try.

Chorus:
If we never tried
We never ever could have learned.
After all these days and through the years,
we never could have learned
how to cry.

Do not be afraid of forever--
we never will see yesterday again.
And if you ever wonder where it's leading you,
just try to hold on until the end.

(repeat chorus)

If someone should paint a picture,
showing all the good on the earth,
the values, which men still die for,
the wealth, for all it's worth…
Although I'm just a dreamer,
you know, that's nothing new,
it wouldn't make me feel better
than being here with you.

Dreamers go on sleeping through days.
Life's for the one undying dreamer, who pays.

If someone comes making promises
of how this world could be,
don't tie your mind to his visions,
or trust the dreams he sees.

Dreaming alone is like closing a door.
You've come in and shown me
what living is for.

No artist with a pen
or poet with a dream,
no visionary men
can show me anything.
Life's rearranged,
dreams come to an end,
but one thing has changed:
having you for a friend.

Fantasies behind the day-to-day
No darkness finds the way through.
The clouds have all but blown away now.
Ever since I've been with you.

Dreaming was done when you entered my life.
Now living's begun, with you as my wife.
Dreaming alone,
Dreaming is done, fantasy's ending,
now that we've won joy never-ending.