Dear gem,
Hope seems so elusive as of late. Why is the past more real than the present? I am trying, really I am. I have to wait, I have to hope, I have to believe. Give me the strength to hold on, give me the courage to let go, pray that I will know the difference.
Take my hand, let us skip and hop our way into the future. No more regrets my own, no more tears. Please forgive me. Help me forgive foolish dreamers who built such a beautiful country, but they built on sand and the sea had long washed it away. Leaving me standing on my own - the dream keeper, waiting for their return. For how long? Do you have any answer? Soon the sea will come and wash me away. Then I too shall fade. I love you, that much will always be true and real for all the seasons of the sea.
Chackie
