I hear the cry in your eyes
I feel your longing for peace
Am I as helpless as I fear you think I am?
If three syllables could move this mountain,
I’d scream it out loud,
mending our wounds,
Yours a worried soul,
Mine a unsettled heart.
<c.h.b.>
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 4:15 PM UTC
I hear the cry in your eyes
I feel your longing for peace
Am I as helpless as I fear you think I am?
If three syllables could move this mountain,
I’d scream it out loud,
mending our wounds,
Yours a worried soul,
Mine a unsettled heart.
<c.h.b.>
