Help

I'm playing my music

You're playing yours too

Let's play together

& play it on through

You've got me humming

You've got my motor running

All the flowers need is a little warmth

from the morning sun

& a little water to the roots to open

& what's good for the flowers

is good enough for us

or so I believe

until I see your sad eyes

In every love is a little fear

& in every fear is a little love

I want to move in your circles

but not as a hurricane

We who are such lovers of life

how can everything turn

against us like this?

How many times have we longed for

a cool breeze on a hot humid night?

But the wind has a mean streak

It rode in blind fury on gusting horses

& sacked the village of our lives

Now I live in ruins

a citizen of nowhere

It's a terrible thing to need help

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