.....These faithless faces crowd among us,
Searching through us, never seeing;
Ideas formed in fragile lifestream,
Cemented soil with hidden seeds.
For what doth sprout without a sprinkle,
What doth crumble without pressure,
Life brings forth in violent splendour,
Tattered pieces out of order.
Where do I fit among these shards,
Unknowing forces cutting sharply,
How do I help these broken people,
Cradle them in unsure arms?
Hold a shaking hand to steady,
Lead them over faulty ground,
Try to show not just the right path,
But demonstrate where not to tread....