When

When your eyes go blurry, 

Follow the white lines
When your words are slurred,

You know it’s time.

We're a breath away

From the shadow
Starting every day

In a hole.

Seems to be no limit

To the pain
Or joy from the pulpit,

Just disdain

If we lock her up,

Well who’s next?
If they shut him up

At what risk?

We so much long

For gentle touch
We need a new song

So very much

Until we do find 

Such respite

Let's take the time

To comfort

...
One another 

by Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs