Take my hand and let’s walk for awhile
We’ll take a mile down the old ravine trail

Just you and me, hands clasped tightly
I will share all my stories and listen to yours eagerly

Let’s do it soon. Don’t stay away
Because every day things happen that are worthy to say

So take my hand and walk with me awhile
We’ll take that mile down the old ravine trail

The reasons are stupid they make me angry
It is about feeling just how far you want to go

So take my hand and walk with me awhile
We’ll take that mile down the old ravine trail

Just you and me, with our limbs clasped tightly
I will share all my stories and listen to yours eagerly

So take my hand and walk with me awhile
We’ll take that mile down the old ravine trail.

Sharp tongues do damage quicker than blade could manage.
Deeply scaring the mind, which in turn takes time.
Step light little princess,
Heading advice and walking with care
So as to not attract unwanted stares,
Speak when spoken to
and give pause
to process a slogan.
Think aloud only if you are alone,
inking pride deep inside.
Pretty papers leave trails that can be followed,
leaving you to weave lies that can’t be swallowed.

elders scoff while the young do worse
leaving the leaders cause to curse
looking for signs in a wrong place
seeking familiarity in a stranger's face
hope lost once
results in
hope lost twice
turning squares
rounding off corners
recreating the circle

Repeating my idols selected words
for ears of the youth who haven’t heard.
Big minds have seldom thought
that worth thinking of.
Imagine instead what of the rest?
If only they could see their best.
Have a place to believe,
the world unraveling, to all it could be.

Small and painted
dripping color
stop to stare
you’ll start to smother.

Take a minute
then be on your way
every moment
bleeds into May.

For that single
blissful second
all the world
will fade away.

Coy – if anything worth being;
could it be any sweet shorter of a word.
To collect all precious sounds and
sing them to the air.
Hoping few would reach you
where you sit.
Pretty things like yourself
deserve more than regretful confirmation
of dreaded truth.
Could not I will the world
to come true unto you… in a blink.
But quiet echoes loudly.
In the dark

Listening with new views
reminds there is more to those
living titled shrew.