That which I fear,
holds my soul to cage.
A fear that stills the fingers;
the Words triplet.
Yet the music that echos from the soul
not be dark and ominous
but yearning and full of hope.
Look into my eyes
and open both gates.
Let anger turn to forgiveness
and allow me to stare back.
Walk to and fro,
yet stay near.
And I'll follow thee,
like the flower that follows the Sun.
- Devoted Fool
Written March 19, 2004. Inspired by the one and only.
