if I could walk up to the horizon
and take a left turn
and if I looked in just the right place
I could see all the sailed-away ships
with all the people left to better places
to me, it looks just like a graveyard
I'll get to one of those sunken-ship graves eventually
yeah, eventually,
'cause now I'm stuck at the harbor
and I've missed so many boats
forgotten to check the schedule
so many times
sometimes so depressed from missing the last one
that another thousand leave
and I don't even notice
so many boats
so many missed opportunities
and yet
in that deepest corner of my mind
that I don't even know how to access
it all fills me with d
ever since I could
manipulate letters in my head
to form coherent thoughts
I wondered what those white things above me were
shining so bright
pulling so close
yet they were always just out of my reach
but I had hope as long as I believed
that up there somewhere
someone could touch them
and hold them like children
the years passed
I grew older
I hoped I'd never have to face
what was coming to me
years kept passing
I had my highs
and I had my lows
I had my hopes
and had my dreams
I had my rage
and had my grace
but I always looked up to the stars
they would guide me along
on the off-leading trail of life
sitt
I don't believe in angels, I said
he told me I didn't have to believe in angels to see them all around
you'll understand later, he said
I never saw him again
I think he was an angel