i hope i’m right to assume
the meaning of our minds
will always be kind
yet i realize
what was lurking behind
all our walls of denial
was terror inside
the babies eyes

so take the child from the fire
give us wings to fly
violence must expire
or consume our lives

got my feelings
on the ceiling
of the clouds
got my head in the sea
if my hearts beats
in the round
what’s left of me?

by and by
comes too soon
take our hands
from the wheel
listen to the moon
sit ourselves down
set ourselves free
sit ourselves down
set ourselves free

© sylvi & see through publishing winter 1993

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