When you feel lost and low,
there’s someone in your need.
Reaching out is your way of holding on,
before your prints recede in time.
They touch the sun’s gentle rays,
when it fails to meet their eye.
They read your words upon your lips,
while ears feel tender breeze rush by,
The mirage of their world is just theirs,
You might be too sane to make sense of them.
A soldier or a heart at war,
Both, for what’s worth fighting for.
A fading hope, an unheard cry,
The fray of truth against a lie.
With borrowed will, to fight, they’ll dare,
Just knowing someone out there cares.
When you’re tired of the show and guise,
And compromised at your cost,
you can be sure to find yourself,
on roads leading to the lost and unseen.
Reach out and they will hold your hand,
– ‘The Least’, ‘The Last’ and ‘The Lost in Between’…