heart of stone
                            so alone
                              cold hands, cold soul
                            	in this cold world
                            are there no hands left
                            		to guide me?
                            the darkness cannot hide me
                            			any longer
                            must  I sink down from depair
                            	into oblivion?
                               doesn’t anyone care?
                            there seems no reason
                            			for living
                             if I could find
                            one hand to clasp
                            	then all purpose would not be
                               lost from grasp
                            if I could find one heart
                             to help me love again
                            I would ot cry for the end,
                               but laugh for new beginnings.

                            Feb 10,1985