To Cathy

The silent cry of the aborted child
Hangs heavily in the air
With the agonizing cry of a three year old
Who thinks nobody cares
And the heart-broken cry of a momma
That the skeloton in the closet
Will soon be swept away
And she cries again for the laws of man
Who have put her baby there
She wonders why money talks louder
Than all her love and care
And why there is no justice
In a land that's supposed to be free
But the law sells its soul
For a pot of gold
And Lady Liberty cries.

Walk Beside Me

I do not want to follow you
Perhaps you walk too slow
Or you might choose the higher path
While I might seek the low
Perhaps our paths might split somehow
And we might drift apart
No, I do not want to follow you
I'll say before we start.

I do not want to take the lead
For on the lead depends
The safety of the ones you love
The fate of your dear friends
No, I do not want to walk in front
For I might lose the way
Just one mistake could haunt my life
Until my dying day.

But I would love to walk with you
Together you and I
Could see the morning awakening
Could watch the night birds fly
Together we could face the world
And all that it portends
If you walk beside me
And simply be my friend.