I walk through the valley with hands in my pockets,
thinking of a time where I could still dream of rockets.
My life yet has drifted so far from peace,
my head is swimming in thoughts that should cease.
Give me a thought to calm the camaraderie,
the pictures I see are of the Father and me.
I need Your hand, God, to keep me in place,
You say this life is not chaos,
it's not just a race.
I can feel the tears on my face.
The soft words you say give my life hope,
it's better than silence to cut this tight rope.
I've left the dark valley with hands in my pockets,
this life is not over,
I can still dream of rockets.
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