there are those in disarray
hidden from the break of day
void of path, another way
who once had life that turned to clay
in my hands
victims of a world unfair
hidden from society's glare
sat alone, without a prayer
smoldering in dark despair
disillusioned
scorned by those who cannot see
that everybody should be free
to follow dreams and disagree
to live their lives as he or she
decides to
to these few i give my hand
and say to you "i understand"
we'll sit in thirst upon the sand
and hope there is a promised land
ahead of us
Ian.M.Hayes
06/08/10
