lost amid the aimless throngs

pulsing past as I

cannot sing


and the blur of time and grace

erases what I

once knew for


leaving a small child stranded

still standing alone

in a crowd


through the tears and the burns, child

hold my hand and let

the fears melt


stand in the rain and

taste the subtle sweet of love

washing down your face

blends in with your tears

rinsing off the sullied fate

and leaving you clean…