Dear Reader

Were missing something vital.
And baby, thats the truth.
We missed our kid's recital.
Were fighting nail and tooth.

Against the grain, against the loss.
Against the good and bad.
Against the very thing we wish we never even had.

I think its time to tell the truth.
Or maybe time to lie..
Locked inside this old phone-booth,
i'm miles above the sky.

Above the pain, above my dreams.
Above my tears and selfish screams.
Above my goals and all my fears,
above the dust of all my years.

And now im letting go, my dear, of all the things i have.
Of all my monetary gain, and all my younger sav.

And until, dear reader, you find the same..
the gain of loss, and the loss of gain.
You will find the One your dreaming of..

Standing in the skies above...

~Jory