While ambling down the road of life
when hope is out of sight,
I wonder why my thoughts are rife
with much more dark than light.
The man who said he’s loving me
is nowhere to be found.
And friends that I would like to see
are simply not around.
The bill collector’s calling;
the cupboards all are bare.
I feel like I am falling,
but while I’m in mid-air…
…I hear the voice of inspiration
buzzing in my head:
You are the heaven-blessed mile
on this lonely road ahead.
While lying in my bed at night
and wondering what to do,
my thoughts are never black and white
when thinking about you.
For how do I know where to go
or what is better-off dead
when fireworks dominate the show,
and all I see is red?
And then the voice of inspiration
buzzes in my head;
it is the heaven-blessed mile
on this lonely road ahead.
If inspiration fails me,
then how am I to know
if what I hear is off-key
or work that I should grow?
Considering the time when
my life came to a stall,
with just a paper and a pen,
again, I had it all!
I heard the voice of inspiration
buzzing in my head;
it marked the heaven-blessed mile
on the hopeful road ahead….
I have the voice of inspiration
buzzing in my head
in every heaven-blessed mile
on this hopeful road ahead.