Service Not Self
Flickering flames, that break the dark...

She was not simply my betrothed
Not just my lover or my wife...

Little Bo Peep did lose her sheep,
For the silly girl was blind...

Mary had a little lamb
It's fleece was white as snow...

Little Bo Peep did lose her sheep,
For the silly girl was blind...

Let me see your brilliance
Let me see your light...

I said I loved you yesterday
And it's true I love you still...

Why is that the things I write
start with a simple thought...

No chippy claws on wooden floors
No sound of your approach...

A silence so deafening
It echos all around...

Everything measured and calculated
Thoughts and plans click together...

Without one single thought of self,
And for others I would not care...