From the Edge...Young Poets In Pain

In their dark and sunless caverns, in their rooms so all alone, Help them light the dimmest lanterns let them know a friend is home. You were young and you remember how it was when all was lost, they don't know that by December many rivers will be crossed They don't have a map to guide them there's no compass for their track we must hold them and confide them till they find a pathway back..