Ropes and Sky
dreams come and go, and when they're gone
we make up more to take their place
i see now it's the same with friends
we latch on to who's ever near
we need these things to give life meaning
when they're gone we wander lifelessly
in a maze we're lucky to come out of
we need some things to hold on to
when our handholds fail we fall
down and down into a black hole
we see the light above but cannot
grab the things we need to climb
the light is the dream, the rope to climb
our friends and if we have none we claw
mindlessly not gaining ground
without those things we are lost
lost without handholds lost without a friend
lost without skylight lost without dreams
lost alone in the dark hole
forever lost and alone together
(c) Mike Dedek 2001