Alone, I Would Not Stand Poem by Imdauel Blah

An ear is all they need,
A touch is all they'll take
To turn the tide around.
O' that we were on solid ground
But then you slipped away from me
And ran into the sea so cold.
O' that my hands were not so weak,
That you were not so bold!

My heart of flesh, my wounds still fresh
As I gaze upon the distant waves,
Wondering how far to the shore they can
And if they'd come again.
Holding my love with these liberal hands
This much I understand -
My heart is flesh, my wounds still fresh,
Alone, I would not stand.