Anyone Here?

Anyone home? Anyone here? Can’t see the sky It seems so full of fear Can’t hear the song of birds so dear Can’t feel the warmth of the sun so bright Feels cold, cold as a freezing night Does anyone know? Does anyone care? Don’t know the answer...

We Are Here

We are here. Are we not? Full of fear? I hope not. Full of love? How profound. Working Hard? Hear the sound. You and I, we are here. Look around. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2013