Noon

Noon: not a time
 for these street lights
 and dancing they -
 like some parade perverse.
 A red wake-up call -
 gut checks for all
 for what is found
 lurking around the curve.
 The mind won't let it in.
 In the stomach thoughts begin.
 Just give me but a peek.
 I need to hear them speak.
 To let their mother know
 her prayers have been heard.
 Waiting in chairs
 not built for tears.
 An anxious room -
 no one immune it seems.
 Despite broken bones
 mine will come home.
 God, who could face
 leaving this place alone?
 The mind won't let it in.
 In the stomach thoughts begin.
 And the days ahead serve as fertile soil
 For the seeds sown with the flashing lights at Noon.
 Is this just retribution?
 Punishment for careless words?
 The "swerve at the curve"
 a real life collision this time.
 You have the most insightful mind.
 Fracture my bones, I'll still stand
 but stab at my heart
 through my kids and I fall apart.
 So if you are involved and if you're in control,
 then I am full of rage asking bloody questions to the sky.
 And if you feel for us and love us like a child,
 then why the whole ordeal?
 What's the guarded secret to our pain?
 They say you are involved.
 They say you're in control.
 Of what I just don't see.
 Answer me my questions if you dare!
 Up and then
 Down again
 Still no sleep
 Worry deep.
 Will she dance?
 What's the chance?
 Will she walk?
 Comes the clock.
 What'd he say
 Look away
 Hide the tears
 Show no fear.
 Keep it strong
 Roll along
 Shroud the doubt
 Ride it out.
 Questioning.
 Wrestling with the One and the Son.
 Try to trust.
 Too unjust.
 Who am I?
 Where was I?
 Play it close
 Never show
 How you feel
 Got too real.
 You OK?
 Hid away.
 Will she talk?
 Comes the Clock.
 Just like me
 Never see
 What's inside
 Never cry.
 Bottled tight
 Up all night
 Pennies thoughts
 Can't be bought.
 Questioning.
 Wrestling with the One and the Son.
 Try to trust.
 Too unjust.
 Who am I?
 Where was I?
 Play it close
 Never show
 How you feel
 Got too real.
 You OK?
 Hid away.
 Will she talk?
 Comes the Clock.
 Nights wasts in worry for the day
 And although you were always in my way,
 I very rarely saw
 or recognized the awe
 Of miracles that daily were displayed.
 And when all is done - so much unsaid -
 and all the glass has long been swept away
 The saw dust of time
 absorbs more than grime
 and the black marks fresh have all now bled to grey.
 When you slide
 I'm by your side
 and in my mind
 I'm holding you tight
 Just close your eyes.
 Let's wish it all right.
 And through your pain
 I remain.
 So don't despair - and keep holding on
 And I'll be here when everyone's gone.
 Never throught
 I'd get caught
 in such need.
 Intercede.
 Crisis Mode.
 Overload.
 Attitude?
 Gratitude.
 Through the fog
 dialogue
 with the One - with the Son.
 Growing trust.
 Maybe just.
 Ready now.
 Show me how.
 It isn't lost on me
 This guarantee
 That tragedy
 Will visit every man
 No matter how he prays.
 We bob and weave and dodge
 That heavy hand
 but still it lands.
 It comes right down to this:
 We stay down or we rise.
 The breathing returns eventually
 and things that were lost come back to me
 and I realize
 when looking to the skies
 You were my strength along the way.
 When you slide
 I'm by your side
 and in my mind
 I'm holding you tight
 Just close your eyes.
 Let's wish it all right.
 And through your pain
 I remain.
 So don't despair - and keep holding on
 And I'll be here when everyone's gone.
 When you slide
 I'm by your side
 and in my arms
 I'm holding you tight
 Just close your eyes.
 I'll make it all right.
 And through your pain
 I remain
 So don't despair - I'm still holding on
 and I'll be here were everyone has gone.
 To know you're in control
 and with such love for us,
 then what have we to fear?