With my hand stretched to the sky i can’not touch the stars so high,
Nor the clouds, a falling star, or the sun going down.
The wind, i can’not grab hold, a bird in flight,
A dream in the night, never a yesterday.
Beyond my reach is not my dreams,
It is not that which i pray for.
The hand of god i can’not touch, in my heart i can surely take hold,
It is not hope, nor faith, it is not a tomorrow.
Beyond my reach are many things,
Beyond my reach is not everything.
Keith Garrett
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I like the way you put an apostrophe in can not! Very effective!
Excellent !
Please don’t take this the wrong way, I’m merely wondering if you can hear the words before you write them down. The way they roll together is moving.