Walk Softly

Under the morning and over the night
Here between one and the other I wait
Drifting along from what's wrong to what's right
Wondering about the nature of fate

When I speak of what's right I mean the kind
And caring things the sparks in the dark I
Have found like fireflies out here stumbling blind
Which make me want to live before I die

I want to walk past the selfishness seen
As people hurt one another each day
(If you have been hurt you know what I mean)
I want to walk through life a gentler way
A simpler way much harder than it seems
Walk softly so as not to step on dreams

Wondering about the nature of fate
Drifting along from what's wrong to what's right
Here between one and the other I wait
Under the morning and over the night

+Steven Curtis Lance



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