Empty Hands Connected
Inside a cold, nearly empty attic
Are the unmistakable hands
Belonging to a writer
Just emerging and yearning
Across the state lines
One simple man resides
Tucked behind a school desk
Hoping to teach kids that behave
Two hearts unaware of the strength
Behind the rope pulling them together
And then fate intervenes
Springing into action
Making them collide into each other
There on a busy street
One apologetic smile emerges
Sending them both into a frenzy
Now she chases after him
With her heart pounding
Inside of her chest
Pleading for a chance
A love story for the ages
They were meant to be
Forever and a day
Wouldn't you agree?