When we lose our skin and feel bereft
With no protection,cloak or rubber skin
We do not wish to feel the pain that’s left
Our calmness and control gone to a thief
The heart is suffering ,bleeding deep within
When we lose our skin and feel bereft
Moreover, we will lose our our felt belief
In the help of friends or even kin
We do not wish to feel the pain it left
Gone are shades of meaning and contrast
Our anger and our fear seem out to win
When we lose our skin and feel bereft
It’s as if we’ve been tattoed or perhaps embossed
Our courage and our hope are growing thin
We do not wish to know the hidden past
Refusing to communicate is sin
Yet how protect the sacred core again?
When we lose our skin and feel bereft
We do not wish to feel the pain that’s left
