At Any Moment

Another child in pain
oh, sweet remorse
what now the course
of endless pain?

and will the autumn rain
cried in the seasons spanning
'cross all time
ever be enough for us to find
our way back home?

Where, oh where
has the love of
each beginning gone?
for a child cannot be conceived
without a seed of love

Will we ever rise above
the needs of opposition
or power of position
that destroys the innocence
of childhood spent
within the storm of our reprisals?

Or shall we grow
as so many have
into the patterns of
a marriage minus love?

while we show the world a face
of prosperity and grace
born of utter make-believe
that never will conceive
the love we seek

hiding there
within the heart
when at any moment
we might start
to love again . . .


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