Just one hand..
A offer to help...

Mist shrouded stone,
Once a majestic home...

Don't listen to the hits and slaps, Little One,
It will all end very, very soon wait 'til we see...

You say you can read me like a book,
But, my friend, take another look...

What is your label?
Is it a jock...

My heart lies tied to a string
Around your neck frequently it will sting...

Once your eyes are open to the darkness they can...
In the darkness you find that you can't see...

Little bitty tears
to let out such big fears...

Some new, some old
Crisscross like a spider web...

Broken & Bleeding
Scarred & Stitched...

Rain rain go far away
Come again some how some way...

We stand and we fall,
We learn then to crawl...