Sometimes you feel so far away,
Distance from all the action of the play,
Unable to grasp signinficance,
Marking the plot with diffident dismay,
Standed at centre stage,
Scrabbling through your diary for a lost
Page: unsure of the dream.
Kicking a stone across the beach,
Aching for love and comfort out of reach,
The way ahead seems to be so bleak,
There’s no-one with any friendship left to
Speak or show you any relation
Between your present and future
Situation: lost to the dream.
Away, away, away: look to the future day
For hope, some form of peace within the
Growing storm.
I climb through the evening,
Alive and believing:
In time we shall all know our goals
And so finally, home.
For now all is secret —
Though how could I speak it,
Allow me the dream in my eye.
I’ve been waiting for such a long time
Just to see it at last,
All of the hands tightly clasped,
All of us pilgrims.
Walking in silence down the coast,
Merely to journy — here hope is the most;
Merely to know there is an end,
All of us — lovers, brothers, sisters, friends