LYING DOWN...
LOOKING UP...
I SEE THE LIGHT..
THE HOPE...
THE SUN..
OR SON..
I CAN ALMOST TASTE THE AIR UP THERE...
ITS CLEAN..
AND CRISP..
AND INVITING..
I CAN'T GET TO IT THOUGH..
ITS BEYOND MY REACH..
AND STILL I REACH..
STILL I DREAM..
STILL MY HOPE IS NEAR...
IT KEEPS AWAY THE FEAR..
IM UNCOMFORTABLE HERE..
ITS DARK...
LONELY..
TIGHT..
AND I NEED TO BREATH CLEAN..
MY LONGING TO LIVE UP THERE.. MERELY A DREAM...
OR IS IT
I WANT REALITY TO BE UNFROZEN...
UNCAPTURED..
OPEN MY WINDOW...
FROM WHERE YOU ARE..
CAN YOU SEE ME DOWN HERE?...
I KNOW ITS DARK..
BUT I AM HERE...
LISTEN CAREFULLY..
YOU CAN HEAR ME BREATHE..
IT'S COLD..
YOU COULD SEE MY BREATH..
IF YOU LOOK IN THE SHADOW OF THE LIGHT FROM ON HIGH..
REACH DOWN TO ME..
JUST TRY.
I AM HUNGRY..
I AM DESPERATE,
I AM COLD...
REACH ME NOW BEFORE IM TOO OLD.

LAURA