If one day,my dreams were dampened by the storm,would you turn around and offer a hand?
If one day,I were too tired to walk on,would you stay and keep me company for a whole afternoon warm and sound?
If I asked you something,would you remember the nightmare arousing mum from deep sleep?
If that were a home unfamiliar to you,would you carve a roadsign tender and kind?
If this were the future of a country,would you have it asleep without wondering around?