Carma

I will run to you Among the trees Is it you Driving me to this madness I am gone But never away from you Salt from your tears Remains on my shallow cheeks Baby come back now It is our time I need to live in the garden To survive the freedom Thorn in your side Anyone can see Please let us dream In your hands tonight Thinking of you now This time I want you Don't be a stranger to me You won't know I feel My love is not for her But a prisoner for you The beauty which must leave In your shadow, I believe Harold Moore October 2012