The Flying Ship

The Flying Ship

Thursday, November 10, 2011

An Ocean of Care That Flows Away.

I know your agony whenever I see you,
You fear to speak for you will be mocked.
You fear to defend yourself, lest you be branded.
You fear, and you suffer, and you bleed.
And none care.

None see you, you, too well trained to cry.
You sweat and strain and try to be strong.
Your body aches for working so long.
You live with this silently,
You live with your pain.

And all the care in the world, it flows away from you like a great ocean.
But I give you, from all the world of care denied, this drop that is mine.

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