László Reynolds - Desperate for a Child

Saturday night
Pocketed hands
Two bright futures avow
Low summer shine, the altar
Branches enclose
It’s not my circus
Not my monkeys
Funny worry
Beside the dust of these two racing souls
Charging ahead towards a cliff edge

You can see the future
Why do you look so lost?

Still this house will be evident
As my past is old
My heart will be known
If not by you
Then maybe someone new
Well I welcome them
To waltz on through
Either way my heart will be known
But you’re still the first
I’d give it to hold