Cass

You wonder why I pray, with kids like these, would make you go insane, run a bath with foam, not living with the need, just the soak all alone, I see again your face, forget to say cheese, watch horizons dim in rain, but in wind and stones, something inspires belief, assists the journey home, fires me through my days, makes all my troubles cease, standing by the fray, each doubtful tone, suddenly dances free, even when we’re storming, love is still in me.