Always

Beware when you

Call the

Devil ‘cause

Every

Favour

Garnered

Has an

Intention.

Jars of

Kisses

Left on the

Mantle

Next to

Orbs of

Peace and

Quiet.

Reach out and

Save me

Touch me

Utter those

Very

Words that once



You sang to me with my

Zither

And after you

Brought me the
Choice and I

Decided

Every chance I'll

Fight for feeling

Golden and

Hopeful

It might

Just be the

Key to

Living

My life

Nobly

O-oh O-oh

Please come

Quickly

Rescue me with your

Soothing

Touch it

Understands the

Very heart and

Where you touch me



You trace lines and

Zig-zags on the insides of my

Arms