...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
. . . figments ... reflections ... dreams ... observations ... fantasies... composites ... friends ... strangers ... visions ... stories . . .
IMAGINARY CHARACTERS
. . . the only limits are those you choose to create in your mind . . .
The Givers
so who counsels the counselor
when the rains falls in her mind
who brings warmth to the poet
when he's run out of rhyme
who embraces the infant
when she just cries and cries
who really cares if life is
a stacked deck full of lies
so who comforts the parent
when the kids all feel need
who brings food to the artist
when he paints what he bleeds
who will hold the baby who
always wants to be held
who will make sense of it
when nothing seems to meld
who dares...
who cares...
who shares...
or is it just pretense in the end
who dares...
who cares...
who shares...
is there such thing as a true friend...
who welcomes the alien
when he is from nowhere
who brings wine to the singer
when her voice isn't clear
who is true in their heart
are you in love or fear
who won't abandon truth
just to fit in here
who dares...
who cares...
who shares...
what hope is there after Send
who dares...
who cares...
who dares...
is there really a true friend...
After Send
Ric Candor ©1999
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