Old Circles

I heard you circling overhead

Calling out for for something,

Something dear but somehow out of reach.

There was a sadness in the way

You were ready, steady, searching

Was it something you lost or something you couldn't see?

I said, "it's a feeling so familiar to me."

I said, "there's just some things no matter how we plead,

Begging on our knees, we don't get to keep."

You've been circling in your head and

I've learned to sense the distance

It's so hard to tell the difference

Between a setback or the end, a dune or an oasis

I'm truthfully so tired of hanging in

Sometimes it seems so hard to understand

Even with me holding out my hand

And calling out your name

You can't seem to land

For all this is, the years we

Endured it, were they worth it?

While the doubt can grow like disease in the skin

You were circling overhead.

Ready, steady, searching for

Something dear but somehow far away

There's a sadness in the way

The doubt can grow inside you

It's almost like you never had a say