What we need is protection,
A roof without a drip
And walls that keep us leeward
Of wind that throws up sand and snow,
A canvas wall or stone and mortal,
A safeguard against the onslaught
That turns some days from kind and protecting
Into torments of the mind and flesh.
We need love.
The kind that build a safe-house
One that offers a smile bowl
And words that build strong
Where we sing softly to ourselves,
Then out loud to the universe
Our sweet song,
And where we dance
The sway and shuffle
That our feet have always know.
Some must come from me
Part to give and part to stay
And some must come from you
A helpful hand that sees us through.