My feet doesn’t always seem
To follow where I lead.
The more I think about it,
The more I believe
That it has a mind of its own.
Sometimes they just come to a halt
In the midst of a walk,
And instead of moving forward,
They take a turn
Upon a familiar road,
And I follow them,
Where I see old faces
And familiar smiles,
Where the scent of flowers
Bid me to come quicker
And to stay longer,
And if I’m not careful,
I know I wouldn’t want
To leave.
If it were up
To my own two feet,
They wouldn’t go anywhere else
But there
Where they could find rest.
In that warm place
Where I could snuggle into bed
Without fear
And where I’d wake up
With no regrets.
O, why must I go
If I wanted so badly to stay?
Perhaps someday,
I’d let my feet return
I’d let them take me back
Where I can be myself again,
But until then,
I’d tell them
There are things
That must be done,
And battles that must be won.
Someday, somehow
We’d find a way
To never leave again.
The thing about hope is that it’s a positive force that shines the most when it’s dark. When everything’s going well, we hardly notice it’s there. But when things go against us, when our dreams fade and when we see no immediate reprieve from our troubles, that’s when hope does its best work for us.
"Where Hope Can Be Found"