Please keep your hand so soft lost in my hair;
it's something needed to be reassured.
The touch from women showing all their care
will help avoid the nonsense that occurs.
I'm lost today in drowsy comfort dreams
I wait for rain to wash away the cracking road.
My fingers tread so light but still stay seamed
they'll turn to ice in all this freezing cold.
Stay mad at earth when spring just will not come.
Ask nature when does her green grass come clear.
And age is noticed in the ending months
and pressure forced her breaking of the mirror.
I watched her sadly leave my tears alone;
the tiny mice and I live in this cold.
