A world of fear,
it’s a very lonely place.
No one’s there ever to wipe
the tears from your face.
Your imagination runs away,
making scary visions.
Your heart is horrified
of the ultimate collision.
The reasoning of the mind,
the terror of the imagination.
As the tears are shed, you wonder
who will win the demonstration?
Hold on tight, very tight now.
Soon it will all be over.
You can believe in hope
if you can pass a four leaf clover.
Close your eyes so not to see.
Don’t let your ears listen.
O.K. You can come out now.
It’s over. It’s finally finished.

7-7-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)