thought of a child

 

At the waters edge lost in the reeds

I noticed something then forgot how to breathe

I recall she whispered “It's soon on it's way”

I know I said something with no idea what to say

 

I'm hearing distant echoes

as though I'm still afraid

Up here on the borderline of sufference and ache

It's hard to walk, It's hard to wait

It's hard to stay awake

 

I know I broke it

I felt the poor hand shake

I'm sure it's only war and bickering to blame

I stare to the ripples followed by the rising tide

I await the remedy that's both hers and mine

 

I'm hearing distant echoes

as though I'm still afraid

Up here on the borderline of sufferance and ache

It's hard to walk, It's hard to wait

It's hard to stay awake