Thursday, January 12, 2006

I’ve been feeling kind of restless
I’ve been feeling out of place
I can hear a distant singing
A song that I can’t write
And it echoes of what
I’m always trying to say
There’s a feeling I can’t capture
It’s always just a prayer away
I want to know the ending
Things hoped for but not seen
But I guess that’s the point of hoping anyway
Of going home,
I’ll meet you at the table
Going home,
I’ll meet you in the air
And you are never too young to think about it
Oh, I cannot wait to be home
I’m confined by my senses
To really know what you are like
You are more than I can fathom
And more than I can guess
And more than I can see with you in sight
But I have felt you with my spirit
I have felt you fill this room
And this is just an invitation
Just a sample of the whole
And I cannot wait to be going home
Going home, I’ll meet you at the table
Going home, I’ll meet you in the air
And you are never too young to think about it
Oh, I cannot wait to be going, to be going home
Face to face, how can it be
Face to face, how can it be
Face to face, how can it be
Cuz this is just an invitation
Just a sample of the whole
And I cannot wait to be going home

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Is this a song or did you write this poem because if you did you are a poet and I didn't know it!

1/13/2006 4:02 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

i'm flattered you would even ask jenny!

1/14/2006 11:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was wondering the same thing but then again what was i thinking!! hee hee.

1/16/2006 12:39 PM  
Blogger Paige said...

Heather, is this really something you wrote?

ENZO...

1/18/2006 11:40 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

sorry, i thought this was obvious...oops...it's by sarah groves...good stuff, huh?

1/19/2006 10:37 PM  

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