They roam unassigned
Often boldly maligned
As if in pastoral scene
Awaiting tomorrow's been
Lost and forlorn
Searching on and on
Pointing the way
To a better day
A heart wounded weeps
For unshared sleeps
For a kindred breath
Until at last death
Short days past
Long nights last
All seems naught
All has been forgot
Wakened by the robin's song
Signals that it won't be long
Rising to my role to play
Looking for a better day