Little the lost one

Endlessly seeking
A

Hand to hold

--

Even in death's shadows

Even in the still frozen heartlands

Of this naked heartless country

LO!

Something somehow awakens

(I hope it is you

Good soul)

••

POSSIBILITIES

Perhaps a triumphant return

POSSIBILITIES

Perhaps somebody shall explore

With patience and humility

This broken world

••
••

Little the lost child

With imploring visage

And terrifying eyes

---

Perhaps a clarion call

Certainly an invitation

To ---- come alive

And to take a hold

Of the hand held rigid

In painful self control

Perhaps a humanness

Shall begin to show

Itself thru all the unimaginable pain

And I may see you shine again

••

It's all true

What's goin on

It s a lie

A theft

A psychotic  game

Come

Grab her hand and walk away

Come

Grab my hand and we 'll
All

Go
Free