For Those Who Are Afraid To Live.
The horizon and the spring of light,
And in the rush of darkness of night;
We're walking on a cliff ledge sight
and we're freed as stars of the night.
But a snap would have been better,
Maybe a voice in a clutter.
Or mutter seem mute aflutter
Maybe it's found in a flutter.
Maybe we find; lost it being here.
Maybe our voice finds a-way there.
Maybe the sun unset its heir.
Maybe we move through the dark here.
Maybe a voice finds being afraid,
Truly mayb' honesty's betray'd.
Yay! it's on an edge, we're cascade;
And we're to change in locking braid.
"words from the innocent mind"