The Borrowed Umbrella
Posted on 15. Jan, 2008 by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two
I ask this stranger,
holding my salvation,
the very charity I need,
If you found my heart in the rain today,
would you understand where I am,
that I have lost my way?
If you found a start, a new beginning,
would you be willing to play that part?
Don’t worry, I know you really can’t say.
Drops falling on my head,
trying to wash away everything,
no cost that I afford, just my given word.
Strange clouds float above my life,
hiding things that are never what they seem.
Just believe in me, I don’t wash away.
Dear stranger, you don’t know me.
You can’t see the hope I need,
probably don’t know where I’ll be.
If you can stay, on this corner of my life,
you can feel the reason I don’t stray,
these gray skies are in my dreams.
When my dreams begin to fade,
and you fail to feel these drops,
begin to worry, dear unknown friend.
That is when life, these clouds,
the very essence of beauty,
are never compared to something less.
My life, is realizing beauty
has loyal faith and unbroken hope,
that it exists beyond the gray horizon.