Walk on Water

If I could walk on water,

I'd walk to you.

If I could swim in the clouds,

I'd swim somewhere new.

I'd do what ever it takes to see your face light up to red, from blue.

If I could change the way the earth balanced on God's fingertips, I would.

(Not that I should).

I can see the colors in your eyes;

but theyr'e fading.

And my arms are getting tired of wading.

The tide, it gets stronger.

But I know I only have to wait a little longer.