I would loan my every day
To let me hear your cry, friend.
Sit and talk there openly
About this or a little of that.
So, call up, if only to understand
How we make it through the night
Longing for a borrowed light,
Willing, though, to fight our way
And learn a home less break-full.
And live better in the know!
Better by Chad A. Morris is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial 3.0 United States License.
