What an awkward child,
So wide eyed and young!
You flew down that hill...
from what town did you come?
The winds blew you along
and you stumbled my way
Lucky I didn't trip,
you appeared so quickly
Tell me your name
and, oh, what does it mean?
blue eyes, blue eyes...
Wait, but your mother's were green?
How odd your sneakers
and that ill fitting sweater,
Come along to my home
where things look much better.
So many wrongs come with you today
Now just let me help you...
and please don't delay.
I will give you my warmth,
my strength and my food
to nourish your bones
and inspire your mood.
Now I know I'm a stranger,
but in this you should trust...
You have left your old life
and forgetting's a must.
New things lie ahead
and there's nothing to fear,
but the loss of your soul
and my voice in your ear.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
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