Simple, sing me a song tonight,
The one in your heart,
Shining through your eyes.
Don’t sing of the valley, yet unseen
Places where I haven’t been.
The fury and the pace of unnamed streets
Of crystal cuts and white retreats.
Don’t sing of unopened doors, wasted tries
Detours, destinations, deep blue skies.
Don’t sing of the past or lament the future,
Sing of the time that’s passing by.