Thursday, November 21, 2013

Facing Fear

Clean Clear crisp night
Mittens and hats to keep us warm
Broken twig turns into broken arrow
And fear takes hold of the heart

I met fear at the cross roads
She didn’t say a thing
I realized for the first time
It’s all up to me

Clear Clean Crisp morning
One brave thought
For the sparrow learning                                                                                                                           To let it's heart fly


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