The Winner's Price
The night is over
A place where one cannot see
Where they go, rising inner fear
Feeling insecure
Not knowing what lures
In hiding places, not sure
What the shadows are
Yet when there's a day
There's also a night to cross
Without faith, fear can't be tossed
Faith in the new day
Where all comes to light
The night then becomes a time
To prepare to meet the rise
Of the sun and thrive
To pursue the dreams
That often waltz in at night
The visions that lift our eyes
To the giant sky
Or warn us to lies
So that we can keep the path
That leaves no sad aftermath
Contentment, the price.
By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 05.22.10
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