Everyone's Path Lead's Down To The Sea

Nothing will change, nothing has, Humbled the woman who received such rare knowledge. And one man outside stands, watching her water The seed of a tree and bushes that flower. The breaking of dawn a path to the sea, catching a fish This morning to eat, bread and cheese. The throng stands around waiting to be led, led by A stranger, strange to them all now a big mob. I watch some pray keeping the faith, waiting for someone To lead them away. And you who have learned to read and write, leaving behind But serving as counsel. Weeping at what should have never been a child being murdered By man's evil hand. Deep in the forest, wooded and deep, secrets are buried, Secrets are kept, someone knows. Clothed are some in fine linen, other's are naked laying Together no one came. Granite and marble are seen from the cliffs, water runs down The edge to a stream. Deep at the edge where everyone dreams having dreams of not Of having to journey here again, To live over again a life that is just to be murdered again. Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017