Come with me for a walk.

Come with me,

Let’s leave this place behind. 

It’s grey and mottled with hate. 

Let’s go some place, in a tent and watch the stars. 

Come with me let’s leave this all behind 

It hurts my soul so much,

Let’s live instead of dying. 

We are always dying. 

We will some day be dead

And filled with regret. 
Karen Hayward ©2016