2009

I don't want to make resolutions cause I know I'll just fail
I don't want to cheer and shout cause I'll wake the sleeping up
I don't want to go to sleep because I might miss the silent night
I don't want to sit here awake in the silence.

Could this be the year?
For what?
For anything, anything at all.
What will I remember it for?
For firsts and lasts
Smiles and tears
Waking moments and endless dreams of a star-filled sky
But I mustn't dream too loudly, or I'll waking the sleeping up
In a few hours I'll see sunlight
If I'm willing to step past my front door
But the wind's blowing just as hard as last year.

How much longer will it be, I wonder?
How long will He make us wait?
As long as we need the time, I suppose
As long as our purposes take us
The old year didn't die, the new year doesn't live
That's our job, the job for me at least
To live and tread softly, or else I'll wake the sleeping up
And we can't have that, for that means angry words and glaring eyes
Red eyes, torn from their recent nightmares.

No, better to let them sleep
They prefer their dreams to this I'm sure
And even if they don't, this way I live in peace
I'm not shouted at, not disappointed in
Nobody even knows I'm here, for I walk softly and wake no one
I could scream and cheer for the new year
But I don't, cause I'll wake the sleeping up
And even though I don't like silence
It's better than shouting.

Could this be the year?
For what?
I don't know, taking a chance, perhaps
A tentative step outside this box
An actual word instead of a whisper
A step instead of a hesitant tip-toe
A time to actually move
Maybe, perhaps, possibly
This could be the year I'll wake the sleeping up.