Colin F. Jones


I know of life that surely you don’t know
I know its purpose that I fought to find.
How can you see when you’ve not faced a foe?
What I do see though, I might well be blind
But let’s look together that our common eye
Determines what the scenes are that we see
Then we can build our towers to the sky
Because we all join hands here to be free
Let not my trauma rid you of your smile
Let wisdom make you understand my lot
Then you will find me there, your helpful style,
Ready friend, to give you all I’ve got.
Hear my words for I don’t rage on you
Tis but an inner wound shared by a few