by Profe Steve
Footsteps lightly tread Through leaves that softly rustle; Solitary steps. Only sound the calling of doves. Inside his heart is broken
No balm can he find, Soul consumed by loneliness That shapes prison bars Though his feet may wander free His mind bound in bitter chains.
Tendril of gentle breeze Ruffles his hair; he shivers Ghostly voice whispers You’re not alone, never alone, I dwell ever deep inside.
Unheard melody Rises warm inside his heart Healing salves the wounds New hope blooms like tender bud In morning’s crystalline dew.