To what you may not ever feel,
The unexplainable pathos of the real
Peeled from its shell, delivered cold
Enough she won't go over
The threshold.
There is one moment tho
When he gathered up her tears in an old
bandanna
That she could no longer hold a pro's
distance
And lets how she was truly known
and never realized it
Go out, in her abandoned hope
of love and home,
While the gifts recalled are all around,
Still glittering like landmines
For the strangers there, like me,
saved from the time
When heaven fell to earth
as the ground gave way.
