Come, Walk With Me Poem by James McLain

And lonely hearts and fate the clouds
come here dear, walk with me.
Your sweet side that I see I am not sure
they wander lonely fate and one but sees.
Is what we see through poetry in truth
is what one sees.
The forest for the trees it rears it's head
then it is gone again from me.
How I plead at all who called your name
come here dear, the sea is what we see.
The children need as much as thee few plead.
All whom turn their head they to have needs.
And when I come, I come for all to see.
Then come to me, my dear and walk with me.