Moment

You're so delicately framed

And sealed from all idle hands

A vision to hold on to,

Imprisoned, but safe

So delicately held, so delicately torn

My tongue feels dry, my hands are torn,

But I reach out again...

Such purpose and strain

To treasure so small a prize

No foe, no threat,

Mistreated, so delicately

So delicately sad, so delicately real

So delicately kept from all who'd steal

And mislead you again... and again... and again

All they do is hide you from, from consequence

But nonetheless you'll chance it someday

It's not logical, it's insane

Why treasure this at all?

When all is but a moment,

And all is lost in that moment's time

So delicately sad, so delicately real

So delicately kept from all who'd steal

And mislead you again... and again... and again

All they do is hide you from, from consequence

So delicately sad, so delicately real

You always seemed to me

Way much more than just simple

But to uncover such mysteries is more

More than my worth,

And the moment passes me by