‘Be Daring’
I used to be the type of man or woman
Who'd come across magic on the ground,
As if The key to genuine joy
was something still left lying all-around.
I’d pull it out of library guides
their web pages ripped and worn,
And swore which i could see it
inside the air right before a storm.
In case you’re cautious love to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Back again then kiss all I present in library textbooks
was the smell of moths and dust.
And Inspite of my just about every promise
that every rainbow holds something gold.
That not a peace soul born in heritage
as ever been tranquil bold.
Right until I informed them through my smile
that believing is The main element.
You can not transform how the earth seems
right up until you change how persons see.
ANGELA
1967-