~~



::


Bearing all fruit


::;;::


She wanders the corridors of school
and sees


Only despair

( for that is all there is to see )

)(


The grasping for images that might

Indicate some love

Might be here

( but they find none )

••


••


So they invent a world of fantasy


Where pain is good


••


She


Wanders thru the corridors of school

Amid the despair

And sings

THE TRUE LOVE SONG

;;

She is not heard



She wanders out into the street

And into the dark alleyways

Where the lost children dwell


She is accepted

And so


Little seeds of love


Into pure flowers

Start to grow




.