Hidden behind merciless foliage
A glimpse of light remains concealed
With arms too stricken to part the way, will necessity allow another endeavor?
Or let the shadows mask all desire

And when forces of routine demonstrate tomorrow isn’t near,
Praise me with a promise;
That when true eyes reopen, they will be filled
And the warmth brings me to you

Let these tired legs stagger and stumble on harsh woodland floor
Each hour crawling closer to rapture, closer to the wrapping of your arms,
Remaining justly a dream’s setting to be realized
And if unattainable, will fall me victim to this night

So please allow my faith in the light behind the trees
And let this covet pull me through