The shadows lift only for a moment
in the dark corners that surround our memories
the dreams seem far away

The aches of blunders large and small
the daggers left buried to the hilt
The sound of tear drops bouncing off the
tattered sheets of history
leave stains desolving thoughts of hope

In the corner of my mind
beside the willing spirit
I feel the presence of greatness

The moment I see it's
still, steel face
I shriek in retreat

The willing spirit so often
has only served me with bitter
regrets
for I have been stopped before

The courage to embrace
my fear has thus far eluded
my grasp

flitting moments
gone in a whisper and empty
as darkness

I shutter at the prospect
that when the music stops
the silence will be woefully
familar

In the center of my heart
I pray

Courage help me stand while others run
and hold when all have released
share when there is little to gain