To be Touched…
She lived in sadness, her heart heavy,
Broken sharp edged pieces
of a broken mirror recalling pain
How could she ever mend?
Having lived through the ages
Wars, famines, disasters
Lovers that vanished, taking a piece of her
She had little left to survive and needed help
to silence the echoes from eternity
Is there no one with heart to share with her?
To pull her broken pieces together
Where are the nights in shining armour?
The Holy Grail to make whole
that which has been torn apart
By witnessing the pain of others through the ages
It is time for her to rest, go home
She cannot until she hears that one voice
With words to heal
Until then she walks the wasteland
Waiting to be touched by love…