Long and endless passages,

that lead to old oak doors.

Pathways of darkness flowing,

to a distant ray of light.

Life! Give me an outlet...

a vent to all my fears

a jocund, carefree chatter,

a skipping, lightfoot heart.

Someone to hang on to

when pricking tears bloom;

Something to believe in

when shadows cloud my view.

My wooden, creaking crutches,

My foot, a friendless mate!

My dreams of dancing wildly

when showers fall in spring;

A promise; a beginning

to hope, to love, to joy;

A warm and tender hand,

to hold and walk along....

Yes, I need this hereon!!

A childlike faith in God;

to look upon the Heavans,

for angels in the Sun.

And, I'm sure, my wishes

can heal all that ails me,

If not the wound so obvious

they'll cure the pains within!!