I remember
Moments past
When my hands seemed to reach
Beyond their grasp
I thought that
I was touching
Something sacred
I usually sing
Because I feel
But there are times
I sing to steal
Sometimes I want
To touch you
Just because you're naked
At other times
I paint you clear
To make-believe
You still are here
You'll never know
The words
I've made you whisper to me
And those few nights
When you're in my arms
I tell myself
I'm keeping you from harm
Then all the things
That hurt you
Go right through me
But through the
Open window comes
The beating of
A single drum
Our heartbeats
Match its rhythm
Like a chorus
So maybe
There's a God above
And He's our
One and only love
But sometimes
I hope
He cannot see us