From the farthest light post
A tiny girl sees the image
It surrounds her like a dream
Beckoning her into it’s madness
She wraps her arms around the wood
Splinters protruding it’s bark
A sight for a widow
A vision for the dead
Cupping her face in one hand
Breathing silently in the dark
Facing fears innocently
A master of disguise
Stealing her joy with pain
Gladness quickly become mourning
Forcing wounds that will never heal
She grasps tighter to the pole
Take this child inside me
Mend the fear this girl now has
Though I’m frightened on the outside
Inside I’m dying to be loved