Point A - Point B
By Michael Brookbank
The quickest way to point B
Displays itself so quietly
As it swings with every step
On this lonely path unkempt
Where her feet seem to repeat their land
And hope is on high demand
The quickest way to point B
Wants to cry out so loudly
But her heart is filled with shame
We are the ones to blame
God, let Love be shown
God, let You be known
Tell her there is nothing to fear
Tell her You are near.
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