I picked diamonds from the grass
When demons whispered prayers in my ears, I made sure they did not pass
For all the hopes and dreams I had, one of them held true
The secret hope and fantasy that led me to you...
I spent many years picking diamonds from the trash
Scraping and polishing them, til they shown with pomp and class
Many of them fell and faltered and did slip from my hands
So tricky and so fleeting were they, refusing to expand
So I could stretch my hands around them, hold them in my heart
Those diamonds plucked so carefully, from which I did not want to part.
Without such glowing lights I found they'd stretched to full capacity
When stretched so far the illumination faded,they were reflections of my fantasy.
So here I am, all alone, dreaming a better dream it's true
And all my dreams I can't escape the dreams are filled with you.
Hope and love, clarity and faith, create our homespun family.
A treasure I can hardly say, in all it's magnanimity..
Oh! My love how I grieve for you!
To think, you don't see it too.
but, then again, I am one who picks diamonds from the grass...
Whose to say in this cruel world what dreams may come to pass?
I just know, I hold you close in my heart
Praying for the day we get the chance to finally start.
Eleven years, a hundred years- however long it lasts
I care not my dear, I'll pick no more diamonds from the trash.
