October 3, 2005
If i were feeling lost and afraid...
If i were sensing dread and fear...
If i were wandering alone in the fog...
How would i find the courage to reach out?
If you were wanting to just sit and pout...
If you were running, tail chasing the dog...
If you were afraid to have anyone come near...
How would i reach out my hand to your aid?
Type: Poetry
Author: Steve Robison