- Jane Burd April 2010
Opportunity Grace Me
Every night I dream of you
‘Though we’ve never met
Are you like your words
Or are they from deep inside
From the places you hide
Thinking of you feels soft and warm
But would I even like you
That beautiful face I’ve never touched
Your succulent lips I’ve never tasted
Your sad eyes, one soul still searching another
All of this time thinking of you, is it wasted
We’ll meet in time I trust
To see dreams come true or fall to dust
May opportunity grace me
Outside of the dreams in which you chase me
Every night I dream of you
‘Though we’ve never met
Are you like your words
Or are they from deep inside
From the places you hide
Thinking of you feels soft and warm
But would I even like you
That beautiful face I’ve never touched
Your succulent lips I’ve never tasted
Your sad eyes, one soul still searching another
All of this time thinking of you, is it wasted
We’ll meet in time I trust
To see dreams come true or fall to dust
May opportunity grace me
Outside of the dreams in which you chase me