Not in searching, yearning, nor in flight,
But just to look.
To see the others
Like children who've wandered from their mothers.
Some alone,
Some in droves,
And some in pairs.
Other hearts beneath the stairs.
Hiding from the world around.
Afraid of something,
Afraid of nothing.
That's when I saw your crying heart;
For your fragile world's been ripped apart.
The beauty you knew was lost
As pain grew.
And as my heart wandered on,
It yearned.
Yearned to forget what it's learned-
Yearned to know the folly's turns,
And yearned to help you return.
Can my heart lift yours from hysteria?
From its place-
Like the man of Samaria?
Could it not put itself down,
To reach out to you now?
It's not that strong
For its wandering's turned to wondering,
And in wonder it's been running.
Its breath will not last long.
It will fall amidst its blundering
Like a wounded bear my heart is lumbering...
But there is a Heart whose beat is thundering.
