and if your dreams
flee in the morning
and your hopes
die in the night
and your soul
is filled with deadness
and your heart
weeps from the cold...

please take my hand
and let me lead you
to where my heart was healed
see my eyes
and know their story
of life that came from death
hear my voice
and let me tell you
how hope was born anew

5. October 1983

copyright 1983, 1999 by Rebecca Prewett

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