So much beauty,
so much love...
Who will be my love?
So many people,
so many hearts...
whose heart may I touch?
So much pain,
so much fear...
In whose arms will I be safe?
So many eyes,
so many, many eyes...
For whom do mine now cry?
So much living,
so very much living,
when will my life begin?
So many miles,
so much time.
How long must I walk alone?
May 1987
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