On the run, as I am so often
dashing to and fro to try to make things right
a million things to happen, a million more to do
and still, just one objective, one goal,
to make it home to you
These words seem so inadequate
to tell you how I feel and yet
they are the only things I have to give you
for this moment, until the time each day
when I am home with you
The day is filled with questions,
tasks, and problems to be solved
filled up with labor, rhetoric, and all I do,
yet in my mind, there is but one result
and that is spending time with you.
