One More Day - Denison Witmer

What if I was wiser

Wouldn’t this be easier

What I had to do

Stung like truth on my tongue

I woke up in the city

Somehow it got away from me

I am one of you

You are one of me

He was one of us

One more day to offer you my love

One more day to write it for you

Patches on the elbows of my eyes

Can’t you see how much this hurts me

Seven stories high

The lifetime hanging over me

How was I to know

Where there’s sense, where there’s stars

Seven stories high

I planted a book of stars

How was I to know they’d root in your heart

One more day to know the will of God

One more day to write it for myself

Patches on the elbows of my eyes

Can’t you see how much I’m trying