linda ironside

Truce

I'm setting them all free..
the angels I did see,
they fill the sky and fly so high,
far away from me.
I'm letting them all go..
the dreams I used to know..
simple and few..
ne'er to come true..
away they gently blow.
On faith no longer sup..
so I'm emptying my cup..
no more to mull..half empty? half full?
right, wrong, down or up?
So now where do I go? ..
follow the stars that glow..
where I can erase all time..all space
on the hill where the violets grow.
And looking down on me..
Lord, what do you see?
Do you see me at all?