Yes, Child by Mainon A SchwartzI'm going oh-so-slow around a nasty, wicked curve, And of all the things I could have done, for this I lost my nerve?
I never thought a little caution would throw me to the wind, But now I'm being blown so far, my flight may never end.
And yet it seems I always find a weight to pull me down-- My wings have changed from white into a muddy, murky brown.
And falling, I cry out in fear for someone to be near-- And then I hear You softly calling, "Yes, child, I am here."
~1998 06/01/1998 Posted on 09/24/2003 Copyright © 2025 Mainon A Schwartz
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