A Hope
Who is it that knows who you are to me?
Surely not I, who sees only the trees...

So stranger I met not long ago,
Do you read my thoughts; do my feelings show?

What, pray tell, roams through your head?
The pattern of my voice, or anothers thread?

I cannot tell you what I cannot think;
Know only that you pushed my thoughts to the brink...

So tell me, stranger, where to leave my brain,
For already I know I have gone insane!

I want to tell you I love you, want to say what I feel...
But hope is sealed tight once shredded by steel...

What can I say? What can I see?
That I hope that you love me, and hope you are free...