I decided it might be pointless,
though I’d been told that so many times
before while always refusing.
I just kept searching for that moment,
when tears would just come,
nothing forced, only real.
Then came the pause,
when we think about is it really the cry,
or instead are we wondering just why,
there seems to be a need to cleanse our soul.
That’s what it is I believe,
whenever I get close to understanding
just how happiness floats around my mind,
well, it often seems it is then that I
do falter again, and ask for more.
See as I write these words tonight,
I suppose you might think they’re about you,
and one time they were, a long time ago,
yet, damned if I couldn’t have known then
how simple my freedoms would be now.
I’m listening to Judy Collins,
she’s singing Amazing Grace,
and I haven’t any reason why,
but I will cry. I will want to cry.