Colin F. Jones

THERE IS SOMEONE

Back to the only home she knows,
Back to the jail,
Back to the bitter blows,
Again to fail.
Somewhere a sweet flower blooms
Where there are no crimson moons,
No fear no desperate dreams,
No pain no despairing screams.
Back to the home for clothes,
Back to the jail,
In and out she goes,
No more to fail,
For there is someone who waits
For one who hesitates.