The Silence of the Lambs

How dark the night of doubts and fears

as seen through sorrows' bitter tears

when morning seems light years away

and we crave the warmth and light of day.

How sad the heart that lonely beats

like heavy footsteps on empty streets

when no one seems to know your name,

and every day is just the same.

How sweet the voice of someone dear,

the loving touch of someone near

who takes your hand and leads the way

until you see the light of day.

How fond the memories we share

of those God sends to love and care,

for when hearts beat like fighting rams...

we seek the silence of the lambs.

~ Clay Harrison