you were in this World

i sit and see it in your eyes,

a mirror of mine,

a want to find

Home

to be free,

a want to leave

home

and to be set free. 

i sit and see on your face, 

blank and rippling in the storm, 

no recognition of our 

World, 

no face to show to our 

world. 

you run and hide yourself. 

i sit sit and see your picture,

propped up on a closed casket, 

and i think that if i hadn't

Changed

would i have made a difference? 

Would i have 

changed

your mind,

and convinced you to find a

Home

in this 

World

with me?