The Sorrow of This Child

Iv'e crossed seas that to try and contain their vastness is beyond human capability. And Iv'e felt a thousand old age warriors come alive inside of my solitary meeting place. Iv'e felt my child ripped from her warm safe place, at least I always had her skirts to hide in. What about her and who am I? all the nights she lay inside of me. I could be all she needed then.... At least I could give her life.