Raging waves clashing around
Is the world the place we fear?
Or it’s in us the solitude that craves
The one we seek, turns and traps
We can see beyond as a longing place
We never set foot on that lighting rage
We tremble to know it… as;
We embellish it to sooth us
What is that calls us there?
To be a part of that despair
Is it to be as a living chain?
Or to as one remain
Be a part of what we fear
Is not to change our light within
The fear won’t come alone
All that remains is hope to hold
As the hope grows
The fear goes
The call makes sense
As life tends the waves