Jerry Golden Poet Lyric

Second-Hand Lives

Ask for help
I’m right here now
Hold your breath
Wither on
No place to run to 
No place to go
This place 
Your home

Ask for help
I’m right here now
Take your step
I won’t hold you down
Hoard your breath
Wither on
This place 
Is your home

Beneath the moon
We hid till noon
Deeply felt
I’m outside of you
Grace your path
It’s all we have 
Where wonders fade
We will go 

Your air
Is built 
Of broken
Breaths
Your ground
Is soft 
No place 
To step

No bridges
Spare 
No thoughts
Too rare
When 
No memories 
Flare 

You asked for help 
I’m right here now
Hoard your breath
I won’t hold you down
Wither on 
This place 
Is your home

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Lena Pate July 25, 2009 at 11:38 AM Nice imagery. The letting loved ones go to find their way in a scary world. Giving peace to know there is somewhere to feel comfort and peace.