Speak to me of distant dreams,

Of ancient places 'yond the sea.

Speak to me of love so new,

So fresh it wakes my long-dead heart.

Speak to me of loved long gone,

Though I still feel him in the wind.

Speak to me of girlish joy,

Though love may not my way have come.

Speak to me of scars long healed,

Though sometimes in the night they bleed.

Speak to me of inner beauty,

The kind I still must learn to see.

Speak to me of sunset cold,

Though my heart beats rapidly.

Speak to me of petty fights,

Things I know will soon take flight.

Speak to me of dancing floors,

Where all my fears can spin away.

Speak to me of brides in white,

Of roses in her sideswept hair.

Speak to me of books to read,

Of things that yet await my mind.

Speak to me of broken dreams,

Though yet my heart begins to heal.

Speak to me of long-lost chances,

And the way they live again.

Speak to me of blood and love,

Of chains I never wish to flee.

Speak to me of second chances,

And know I thank You yet again.