Do you remember, long ago
a distant place so warm and safe?
a real time, a lasting time, the last time
you felt life's grace?

It's the hopeless dream of a worthless soul
just a wistful thought in the blackest whole
you cannot return where you have not been
unloved, unseen.

Now dark waves hammer on the breaking sea
under anvil clouds of thundering screams
and the land is lost and the raven too
and the timbers hold while the salt seeps through.

Do you remember, do you know
that distant place which was warm and safe?
a real time, a lasting time, the last time
you could feel life's grace?




No
Don't cry
Just, GO