in the night
the deep deep night
do i dance
where mirror images
are lost within
i bleed across
the shattered hopes
the ice reflections
would you
that a child
might live,
without seeing their eyes
without hearing their cries
black in light
am i wandering
in dreams
where only
shadows dance
oh,
this cold cold world
of chance
i see their eyes
i hear their cries
that a child
might live,
would i…
– jude