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Okay revised as I intended. I truly hold this poem close to my heart. |
| Dawn rises and I hear him sing That longing child is a staggering thing. He waits for me to make my move, but I am lost and have nothing good. Still unclear where I let go, perhaps as I came down this road? The one without a sign or an end the one where I met you my friend You see stranger, with a child I am one in the same we are different in size but share a name. I see now that is why he began to cry, little me inside now knows why men die One taste of the world and I was lost. How is it I could let dreams become dry? Learning to love I learned how to lose, my lover has taught me the meaning of used. I can not apologize, I have nothing to say Little me inside has no hope left in me. With the truth now behind me and all that I've done, I fear my inner child is another song unsung. |