Understanding
Submitted by EC on Sat, 05/09/2009 - 5:16am.
This clutched hand at my breast?
Yes, what's that?
It's my own, my trusted one
it came in the package
It's there to hold me
to keep my heart within
No escaping that hand
fingers like a fork
nails like lion's claws
Oh, yes, that's mine
it can't be denied
