…And I can do it, too.
Maybe it is the forte of the dreamers,
Like me, who have lived on the edges of reality since childhood,
Who have lived on the fringes of friendship,
Who have loved deeply and passionately
Without obvious requite,
To find the good in everything
To forget the past that we do not enjoy
To spin the darkness into light
To live quite presently.
Perhaps it is the gift of the broken-hearted
To love and love again,
To find peace after a storm of tears,
To give love throughout so many years.
And maybe it is the virtue of the mad
To find freedom in everything
We have the keys to unlock the doors
That others see as nothing.
Yes, I am a dreamer
And a lover, too;
And I am broken,
And I am mad
And I am ever fond of you.
Oceans of Mine 