Poetry is fear,

Following this trail of tears,

Grace is another man's

I can all but cover my ears,

They are like a flock of geese,

One is hurt and the other guides him to peace,

I've been broken for a while,

But does this evil choose to release?

All I can be is glad,

that she found someone who's not at all bad,

Just wanted her to smile,

And for good times to be had.

S.W., I need you now,

Let me enter the dance and bow,

I CAN be happy,

....I just don't know how...."