Tread softly
Don't stir the doubt
The winds are mercurial
. . . and I am without.
Just one embrace
To chase away the dark
Two heart beats pound
. . . . insistent as a morning lark
Cradle them
Someone cradle me
Tripping along this journey
. . . . can't you see?
Stretching so far
Reaching so high
Joyous little voices
. . . just don't cry.
Like a willow
Waving in the wind
So strong and supple.
. . . . please don't break just bend.
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