Her Hands: ‘you don’t know what it means to miss you. I’m still drivin’ thru Indiana’ – david mead

my hope
my world
the sky
my girl

the sun
the trees
the stars
she sees

alone
up high
in love
we sigh

two hearts
made one
the earth
the sun

I mount
this peak
her hands
they seek

a look
unknown
for fear
had grown

my pain
she cries
my heart
her eyes

the truth
in years
my soul
in tears

the dark
the light
alone
tonight

a knife
a rope
suicide’s
elope.

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