Tell me of the things that linger within you long past,
Or even of the pains you felt would never last.
Share with me the dreams you once held within your hands,
The quiet thoughts heard only by you. Please feed me the strands.
Comfort me with the knowledge seen through your slowly aged eyes,
Your ability to seperate the laughter from those faint little cries.
Deliver me from ignorance within the pages of your lifes book,
Show me past feasts partaken in and the ones that still cook.
Sing to me the tones of a voice that hummed through the years,
Reaching out to those around while hardly falling upon deaf ears.
Whisper to me the secrets that you knew your lips would never release,
Let them go inside my mind and then they will find peace.
You've left your footsteps twisting amung the vines. Thus shaping your life,
Walk with me now if you will for I have not yet used the knife.
I will lovingly help remove the stones cast upon you by your wrongs,
While the strength of my youth will help us both to carry on.
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