I feel a breeze, it chills the air
I hear a sound, is someone there ?
I see a light, it’s coming soon
Somewhere between the dawn and noon
I sense a feeling of despair
I ask again, does no one care ?
We’re left alone to make our way
Does anyone know how to pray ?
We’d better learn ere it’s too late
For who can know each past due date ?
Claire V. Bogdanos 