| The lost child she wanders eyes of sorrow the wreckage continues to burn and is reflected in the hazel orbs. looking, searching for someone who loves her as we search for someone to love. The fires spurn the flames yearn for sweet air to prosper as do the evils of man so with my blankeys and a bucket of water I crush the sins as best I know how because we must love ourselves to love another. The lost child, innocent and headstrong walks away from the wreckage today slightly charred touched by that flame and she walks away with a smile and the hand of someone to love |