Will I ever find hope?
in the day ahead
expansive, free of thought
I feel new life
Where does it come from?
not from the Sun and the Rain...
It came from the pain of long ago
Unknown, unspoken and unloved
like a dirty child playing in the mud
a cool voice calls her
she looks up and turns her head
a warm room and a meal in front of her
why not move on?
a gumboot is stuck in the damp earth
Let it go, let it go
part of us is left behind
Like a sinner on a Sunday
come home for a roast
and discover the gaps in time in front of me...
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