What is shame If not a ball of Shadows within, More its hated More the heart cries. Open your arms, And embrace the Black Mix in to make Grey. Steady love and mind For 'tis no shame In being kind.
Waiting waiting an hour passed by Steadily keys clicking clacking Hands trembling clutching white paper A lone figure the black sheep of them all Sits back straight wandering eyes in fright Waiting for a person not known Their small talk seemed too long Sigh of relief afterwards Bringing face a big bright smile.