Million Ordinary Days
If you are free later, maybe we can sit on the carpet
Humming to each other the silent prayers
We would listen to the silent voices and wishes of each other
We would see each other as the eyes of one soul
If I am free later, maybe I will scream out your name
Filling the open field with affection
The birds would fly away to distances unknown
To seek you and to carry the voice that called you out
If you are free later, maybe we can live for a million days
Ordinary, simple days, stable days that carry our souls
To live together, an ordinary life would be heavenly for me
A million days is far too few, a billion days barely scrape by
