Child in a pout
self-absorbed,
all alone
in anger he shouts
“I’ll run away
from home!
I’ll run away, run away
far from my
home.”
(Enfold him deep
in the dark
of my eyes,
sing him to sleep
fill his dreams
with my cries)
“Oh, I'll go with you, hurry!
together, today!
I’ll follow you
always to
wherever you stray
and you never will ever
again be alone,
for wherever I am,
there you’re ever at
home.”
