She Is Twelve I'm Only Ten

Buried In This Soft Mountain Of Pillows

Parents Away

She Asks Me Have I Been Touched

Have I Done The Thing With Anyone Yet

Silence - A Shy No



And There Is Nothing

That We'd Rather Share

Than That Bodily Warmth If We'd Dare

But She's Already Twelve And I Am

Just A Child

WARM AND SHY



She's So OLD - Already Twelve And I Am Only Ten

Than Was Me, Young And Free, There And Then



Now In This Hotel Room I Lie Wondering Who I Am

Never Quite As Sure After A Lie Of Questioning

Finding Out At Last That Freedom Is

A STATE OF MIND

But Still Not Knowing How To Get Along With This Mankind



...finding Out At Last That Freedom Is A State Of Mind...