There is a pain in the heart left with grudge and mis ery
Of a lone some ex is tence amidst the un cer tain ties
What lies be neath the hun dred hopes?
To wear such smiles of en dear ment
To live with warmth of yearn ings
Of a mother’s touch
With a fa ther’s shieldLook through his cry ing heart,
In the eyes of a home less childHe plays in un sure path of lonely grounds
Ray Marr - http://blog.homeofknatchwa.net