Hey- there are many types of art....
Fear dulls the glow from the rise of the sun
And fear makes a smile grow dim
Fear is the poison that seeps in the soul
And fear makes my hopes look so grim
The past is the past, and so it should be
And still like a specter it creeps
Fingers point with judgmental tones
While deep in my heart my dream sleeps
It slumbers in fits and wakes with a start
Lonely in its self imposed cell
It waits for the moment when loves comes to call
It longs for the sound of the bell
To awaken the dream would be such a joy
Yet again and again itís denied
Reaching out in the dark, the immutable mist
For something it simply canít find
My nerves are raw and the edges are frayed
When desire lies naked in sight
Every touch is a fire that burns like the sun
Every word that lends hope a delight
Can I be seen through the veil of the past?
Where mistakes should lie buried so deep
Or do you see me through a distorted glass
Am I climbing a hill thatís too steep?
Fear saps the confidence, fear chills the heart
I must engage the insensitive foe
Battle and bleed, and never give up
I am worth the fight, and each blow
My dream is a treasure and one I would share
With those with the wit but to see
That loyalty and love are the prizes to gain
If you just come and set my dream free.