When the Future Is Calling and She Is Beautiful, Will You Remember To Pick Up?

Songs that come to waiting ears, futures are not far away.
Sweet sincere and most inviting, songs for loving cheer we play.
Forgotten are the bitter changes, seek to find what you can say
Forgiving words will rearrange us, protecting us from disarray.

Play upon your broken dreams, nothing will remain the same.
Strain to broken melodies, sounding in your dreams refrain.
Soon the soothing words of wisdom can be heard before too late.
Lest our dim forgetting sorrows drowned us in our sea of hate.

Wait. A voice is barely heard, an answer through the din.
Gentle waves of sweet forgiveness, waits for us to look within.
Children's voices yet to be. Could we fail but want to see?
Telling yet of what's to come, reminding us from where we come.

How do voices sweet and true, come back in time to visit you?
Unless the truth yet to be found, is voiced from what is always sound.
Come back to love as promised you, your love for all will follow you.
Proven by your love to live, creating worlds we all may give.

When the Future says to you, "Thank you for the gift of sharing."
The future alway seems it knew, we will all be found in caring.
Were I to thus to say to you, "Truth is only found in daring."
Refresh your wells with what you drew, water's path reveals our bearing.