Today,
In
A
Crowded
Shop,
I heard
A
Voice
Call
My
Name,
As
In
The
Past.
Oh,
God,
At
Last,
Was
My
First
Thought,
I have
Been
Found,
Turned
Around,
But
No,
It
Was
Not
The
One,
Come
To
Understand,
Offer
A
Loving
Hand,
Only
A
Stranger
Pursuing
A
Child
Being
Wild.
I darted
Out
The
Door
Into
The
Dark,
To
Drive
Home
Through
The
Park
Singing
Away
The
Mute
Violence
Of
Silence.
‘Don’t
They
Know
It’s
The
End
Of
The
World,
If
You
Don’t
Love
Me
Anymore?’