I could sit here wishing on rainbows.
Not going to change that I can’t sing.
So I keep on rhyming here and writing.
Looking for the Next Right Thing
I could accept you, but the pain shows.
That’s not something that I can bring.
I carried that, and that’s not nothing.
Got me here, the Next Right Thing.
I still don’t know how the story goes.
Something like a prayer and a wing.
I’ve always had that innocence.
Like a child, the Next Right Thing.
Got no worries, just an afterglow.
The kind that light can bring.
There is something here that I don’t know.
It just accepts the Next Right Thing.
There are moments in the gutter.
Where only angels sing.
Singing songs of love and wonder.
Dreaming of The Next Right Thing.