IN AND OUT OF TIME

The sun has come
The mists has gone
We see in the distance, our long way home
I was always yours to have, you were always mine
We have loved each other in and out of time
When the first stone, looked up at the blazing sun
and the first tree struggled up the forest floor
I had always loved you more

You wash your hair, gave your hair to the breeze
It hummed like a hive of honeybees
I reached in the mass for the sweet honeycomb there
God, how I loved your hair

You saw me bludgeoned by circumstance
lost, injured, hurt by chance
I screamed to the heavens
"loudly screamed"
trying to change our nightmares into dreams

The sun has come
The mists has gone 
We see in the distance our long way home
I was yours to have and you were always mine
We loved each other in and out, in and out,
IN AND OUT of time

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