In a place,
Shining of love,
Or in disgrace,
Down one street above,
In the lairs chair,
Weeping by degrees,
Flowing out there,
Is how one sees,
When one gets here,
Lonely and alone,
Doubt becomes fear,
Throwing glass at stone,
If I should see you in this place,
I will hold out my hand,
Wiping the pain from your face,
Come up with a plan,
Smiling with out a trace,
Of how may I help?
Or what can I do?
Thinking of self,
Just what you do?
Isn't " I am so sorry",
The only thing to?
We are not separate,
We are not one,
Cause I should see you,
If I wish for you to see me too.................
FTBAS 3/19/14
