A black veil that shrouds my optimism and chokes my dreams,
A cold cave that I enter in the middle of the night and shiver with doubt,
For fear is a sponge that absorbs my energy and hope
And deters my living to the fullest.
Silence hangs in my heart, a dull thud that beats like a drum
A forest that darkens to a storm and unleashes pain.
Driven on and incessant, such ebbing of tide
That keeps a hidden passion alive.
I need the sun to shine on my hair: to heal the wounds and cure the evil,
Bird song and calm meditation to fill my senses as once before.
Come step back to the stage of life and dance to song
While a bud opens to new days and blooms.