Pilgrims

<br>(Hammill - Jackson)<br><br>Sometimes you feel so far away,<br>distanced from all the action of the play,<br>unable to grasp significance,<br>marking the plot with diffident dismay,<br>stranded at centre stage,<br>scrabbling through your diary for a lost page:<br>unsure of the dream.<br>Kicking a stone across the beach,<br>aching for love and comfort out of reach,<br>the way ahead seems to be so bleak,<br>there`s no-one with any friendship left to speak<br>or show any relation<br>between your present and future situations:<br>lost to the dream.<br>Away, away, away: look to the future day<br>for hope, some form of peace within the<br>growing storm.<br>I climb through the evening,<br>alive and believing:<br>in time we shall all know our goals<br>and so, finally, home.<br>For now, all is secret-<br>though how could I speak it,<br>allow me the dream in my eye.<br>I`ve been waiting for such a long time<br>just to see it at last,<br>all of the hands tightly clasped,<br>all of us pilgrims.<br><br>Walking in silence down the coast,<br>merely to journey - here hope is the most;<br>merely to know there is an end,<br>all of us - lovers, brothers, sisters, friends<br>hand in hand.<br>Shining footprints on the wet sand<br>lead to the dream.<br>The time has come, the tide has almost run<br>and drained the deep: I rise from lifelong sleep.<br>It seems such a long time<br>I`ve dreamed but now, awake, I<br>can see we are pilgrims and so<br>must walk this road,<br>unknown in our purpose,<br>alone, but not worthless,<br>and home ever calling us on.<br>We`ve been waiting here for so long,<br>all of our hands joined in hope,<br>holding the weight on the rope, <br>all of us pilgrims.