“A Mole in the Soul…
Too young… Too old”
Night so Dark… Heartfelt Sound… Pumping Blood… The Quiet so
Lie… Embracing the Self… Soul surround… Too Quiet too Near… The Dark has Fear…
Fear the Self… The Selfless Peer… Night so Dark… The Sun is Near… The Dawn so
Break… The Quiet is Clear… Chirping Birds… They Whole so Appear… The Shadow so
Cast… The Image looks Bigger… Holding Hands… The Power so Near… The Eyes so
Twinkle… The Heart do Beat… The Soul so Sheer… Hold hands with Fear… Promises
of Peer… The Path so Near… So start the
Walk… Arms around… Slashing Hard… None do Frown… Winning Shard… The Shadow so Bleak…
Hiding with Fear… The Ego so Gone… Sun Bright all Along… The Sweat so Out… New
Plants so Sprout… The Day is Bright… Spreading Light… Burning Fear… Behind they
Stand… Holding the Hand… Pulling Down… Standing Atop… Times Flowing Through… They
Burning Hole through… The Time so Prime… Young so Divine… The Times don’t Stop…
Ticking is the Clock… Clock changes to Cloak… Shadows taking Toll… The Sun
going Down… The Young getting Old… New Crop about to Pour… The Shadow taking Hold…
The Hand Left Alone… The Friends so Mine… With Heads turn Aside… They Walk
through my Side… Leaving Hole in my Soul… The Youth is their Prime… They now Don’t have
the Time… The Dawn so Breaths… Shadows Covering Streets… The Sun going Down…
The Dark comes Around… Night so Dark… Heartfelt Sound… Pumping Blood… The Quiet
so Lie… Embracing the Self… Soul so Cry… The Tears come out Dry… My Friends so
were Mine… Holding Hands to be Mine… Too Young… Too Old… The Mole in my Soul…
