Hand in hand, like babes in the wood
all of us walking blindfolded
beckoned by something called "life"
eager to cross the line and become
yes, become the become and begin
first step first, wailings and hunger
makes us strong, they say, let them cry
more wants more and after the beginning
we want it all, and this is the time of soiling
we use our souls as litter boxes for flitter
Hand in hand, like babes in the wood
all of us walking blinded
we feel our way, hoping to find the door
out of that wood of sorcery called "life"
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-06-25 18:28:20
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