by Chris

Against his will he's thrown out
Delivered to one who understands
Feeling left and separated,
His feeling of longing and pain returns.

No one but I can fill his appetite
Soothing the pain more difficult than before
Forgetting what is lost, talking like never before
His thoughts, once hidden, see the light
They can not adjust.

I wonder if he sees the same things
We are so close to the edge
My surface crumbles below me
Falling toward the horizon
He's clinging to me for security.

He sees me as the only one
Wanting more from life
Lost for words, so inadequate.
The stage is set, his time is now.
Fight or flee, he runs to me.

Wednesday September 20, 1995.
General information: Jeff Walsh
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