Friday, December 01, 2006

My Young Ones.

The pieces that we took so long to build
now slowly shattering right before our eyes.
My young ones what have you done,
to this precious lulaby?

I yearn to speak out,
but small am I.
My young ones,
if im not the right one,
then who am I?

I've thought so long of what to say,
now i finally came to a stop.
If my help is what you do not need,
then granted is your wish in deed.