Same place, different time, same chase

A different line

A chance to heal, to allow what's real

To take its course



Like a brush in hand, to paint a picture

Of what we would like to see

And love to be

The vision is clear, taking charge of fear



For granted I do not take the future

To be changed by triumph

Tears and pain of the past

I gain wisdom



The fragile art of existence

Is kept alive by sheer persistence

The fragile art of existence



No time for self-pity

No time for dwelling on what should have been

But is yet to be



Take the plunge, take the chance

Safe in the heart and soul from elements

Spawned by those void of no self-worth

And no sense of dreams