another one for our little-big-man hero, Huxley, written after his grandma posted a picture on facebook of Hux sitting up in another hospital bed. go little man.
the night is filled with lights and sounds familiar
and nurses thru the night will come and go
you hear them whisper words to one another
as if they keep a secret you can't know
i sit here in the stillness and the quiet
no help to give - my hands are tied and bound
but still my meager words i lift to heaven
where miracles and healing can be found
the silent movie plays in too dim colors
our hero fighting villains left and right
we try to read the thoughts that you are thinking
in scenes of gray and others black and white
is life just one more sickbed then another
and rooms with get well cards taped here and there
with faith that you'll be on your feet tomorrow
and trusting there's an answer for each prayer
can't see the tears we shed when midnight wakes us
or see our smiles when pictures show your face
can't see the single footprints left behind us
when both of us were carried just by grace
can't know enough the hearts that hold you dearly
or feel the tender touch from far off hands
and though it's lonely there in the arena
just know our voices cheer on from the stands
your life's become a bridge for many others
to cross the void that time could not ignore
the bonds between the lives that had grown distant
hold hands again like they'd done once before
glancing backward at the ghosts that follow
but skyward at the foot of every hill
too young to know the God that's right beside you
too innocent to question his own will
can't see the tears we shed when midnight wakes us
or see our smiles when pictures show your face
can't see the single footprints left behind us
when both of us were carried just by grace
can't know enough the hearts that hold you dearly
or feel the tender touch from far off hands
and though it's lonely there in the arena
just know our voices cheer on from the stands