My World Is Strange

 

I can think of you
with no tears
to stain the beauty,
the remembrance of love,
but where do I go
from this day?

I've got to be moving on
toward the horizon of my life,
beyond dreams of tomorrow
to the reality that awaits.

My world is strange to you,
but if you knew the way I feel
you'd be smiling all the time,
you'd be right here beside me.

08/24/1975