In  a nightmare, I am crossing  cities in the dark

In  a nightmare, I am crossing  cities in the dark
Snipers shoot  at me with bullets, butterflies
Tested in the fields where once  goats heard the lark

I remember, as a child, the foggy park
We were  told to  run away   from men who pried
In  my nightmare, I am crossing  cities in the dark

The choices  left are  riddles cruel and stark
For goodness and relief we feel we  try
Test them in the fields where once  God heard the lark

The train is leaving,children leaning start
To shriek again the pain-filled word,goodbye
In  my nightmare, kinder-transport in the dark

The bus has gone,I’ve missed the whale and Ark
Panic  grips me,I must see your eyes,
Love you in the fields where  sang the holy lark

I never  knew so many people died
Conceived I was to   meet the onward tide
In  my nightmare, I am crossing  cities in the dark
No money and the train mouths like a  shark