Twenty Seven

For those who ask of late, don't chance to tell me why, the house is losing slates, run a bath with foam, giving is your creed, your loving isn't done, d'you remember the holidays, our trips to the sea, when you tried to paint, studied each of my bones, become suddenly free, now we're alone, guide me through these days, make my troubles ease, understand why I pray, don't let me cast stones, help me find my feet, assist my journey home, you wonder why i say, with artists like these, create horizons in the rain, enhance my every need.