He has his pain and
It stretches for days
He has his cries and
His victimless ways
He has the moon and
The loss of the night
He has the knowledge
The wrong and the right
He has his oneness and
Imaginative trials
He has the loathing and
Sadness for miles
He has no credence
But steps in stealth
He has no sympathy
And refuses all help
Who Am I?
- Holly
- Fluid in the brain Saved in my heart Solid in my soul Two steps from smart Miles from angel Three prayers from Home Longing for calm Seeking One Wisher for others Never done Listening for the still and the small Balancing the facts of it all
