Sunday, March 29, 2009

Walk with me

Take my hand and walk with me
Through the forests of demons,
Through the mountains of shadows,
Through the valleys of death.

Take my hand and walk with me
Past the boundaries of our bodies,
Past the limits of our minds,
Past the constrictions of time.

Take my hand and runaway with me
From this place of painted faces,
This place of fake smiles,
This place of dead eyes.

Take my hand and runaway with me
From this place of prison,
This place of of chains,
This place of unbelief.

Take my hand and runaway with me
From this place of pain,
This place of guilt,
This place of pointing fingers.

Take my hand and walk with me
Away from this life.

1 comment:

He asks me to hold on... said...

this is lovely. i wish he would take my hand and runaway, or take me away.