When I am scared
I have to stop and remember
That without fear
There is no bravery...
For to become the lion
I must first be the mouse...
And if you think about it long enough,
As the mouse helped the lion
So I help myself
And as the moon shines at night,
And trades places with the sun,
I too trade lives, tick-tock,
Back and forth through a prism
Of unintentional color
And still I weep,
But smile through the tears...
For I am home. |
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