When I was young
All I really needed
Was for you to take me into your heart
To wrap loving arms of care
Around me
But all I met
Where hard edges
And furious glances
And the frost freeze
And then the boundary invasions
So that now whenever we disagree
I feel cast out again
But this is old pain
The pain of exile
Of not being held
Its part of growing up
But sometimes I just long for you
To take me into your heart