How far do you have to fall to hide from all this world of pain down into grieving souls our tears confusing mist you struggle with the days and nights where storms of anguish reign and waver on the edge of choice just trying to exist
who hears me who sees me fear nears me set me free
Where can you run and who can you tell in this our selfish world battered by emotion and dread the sadness hammered in so hard to raise the passion to fly flags of love unfurled when so much despair is still held inside can you ever win
you must believe the light you weave know if you leave we fade and grieve
Felt some sadness on H P from folk lately in their poems, hope you all feel better soon x