I walk down a shallow end;
where no one ever places their sight.
I have a hand and many days there are two;
one of mine and one of thine.
could you take this cup and make it yours;
i tried but failed.
is there anyone ?
anyone to hear a whisper in a crowd.
i scream out loud;
and bring forth my life.
i stand all day and soak myself;
i play with chords of disbelief.
will they never come back ?
the days of yester years..
i pray for the silence in hollow life that we have;
for it is shredding out the pieces of truth.
i have a small image of tomorrow;
you and i, but who else ?
Could you hold our hand today ?
we are here
Praying for tomorrow
and hoping that you will ask us -
"Is there anyone waiting for tomorrow?"
