A Room For Everything

You Were Looking Away From Me, Western Skies Calling You.
Colors Spilling, Running Dazzling You.
I Was Looking the Other Way, Voices Call From the East,
I Saw My Roots of the Trees There Planted At My Feet.
It Could Be I'm Searching For a Place So Small With Room For Everything
Where Worlds On Worlds Revolve.
But How Can We Wait? I Wouldn't Hold You Back.
Suppose I Was the Clever One and Words Came Easy to Me.
I Could Say I Was Writing a Song About You and Me.
Maybe That Verse Is Yet to Be Found, But Waits Inside of Me,
A Secret Room a Tangled Web to Unweave.
But How Can We Wait Knowing Our Ways, How Can We Hold On,
Still You Know It's Not Too Late.