and share alike, they say
There's got to be a better way
than sharing pain and grief and sorrow
that build without a hope of new tomorrow
of the night, I pray
bring back the love, show me the way
to heal even this division
awaken sight meant to envision
as it ought to be
kind and loving, caring, free
You offered me my dream and then took it away
How can I live through yet another day?
Copyright 1999 Michaelette L. Romano
All Rights Reserved
Take me home...