Jim O’Rourke
Held
For the first time in my life
I let myself be held
Like a big old baby
I surrender
To your charity

I lay back in the tall grass
And let the ants cover me
I let the jets fly
Not wishing for their destruction
Orange and black and a perfect blue sky

For the first time in my life
I am moving away, moving away, moving away
From within the reach of me
And all the while being held
Like a big old baby

Waouh!!