If he'd just asked for a chance
Mentioned his need
Wispered so softly
His goal to succeed.

The motive he had
Had no advantage for me.
The descendant he was
Would never let him be free.

He tries to climb
The highest of hills,
But the falls that he takes
Only weakens his will.

When there are two different people
Living in two different worlds,
They will always start to falter,
Their lives begin to swirl.

Maybe their love for each other
Will help them discover
They are not to bombard
While they move through the future.

Sarah Lee McGehee