Daniela Oana - Poet and Photographer

Don't Just Stand There

Don't just stand there getting cold
For your breath will cool my bones
And we'll blow on our hands while getting old

Don't you pull your hand out of mine
For you'll only fall back, out of sight
And we'll both go over the cliff's line

Don't you turn your back on me
For it's my land you dared set foot on
Heading for the pit you won't see out of again

Don't just stand there humming that tune
For it will creep over both our souls
And helplessly give up too soon

Don't just stand there weeping the night
For you'd only be losing control
Of yourself and our mighty fight!