She comes and goes like a mist touches you with her sweet sadness then is gone without a word Drifter Taking little bits of melancholy here & there to keep in her pouch of wistful memories O wayward child you touch me with your haunting presence... Why must you wear a mask hide from the warm sun of friendship What has hurt you so that you must wander like a lost soul through the wide world disconsolate Always seeking the flame then shying from it O bright star Be not forever mourning Come to the fire and warm your weary heart among friends You need not be afraid we won't turn you away We're all misfits here in a dark world Come and rest your burdens Put your mask aside And be one of us. by Adam Love © 2006 |