Often enough the times are troubled enoughand the hours left all too rare to sparefor thoughts on things broken and lostgive me at the ending of the d..
Been where the edges meet the sandtravelled beyond where they all turned aroundturning back wouldn't make the world take any steps backbut perhaps if ..
If there ever was an angel for our loneliness,hers are the prayers thought gone unheard,those of days that were too thin for us to walkand we believed..