Monday, December 3, 2012

The Confession

No shame,
There is nothing to fear,
you have crossed many rivers,
your footsteps are strong.
Veiled in silence you've sworn to,
you don't work for recongnition,
No barried stop you, no strings attached,
You're a golden star.
Out of smoke you flee,
Into blind woods you go under the tree,
Street life is not what you need to be free,
On a lone road, you rise, joyful and gay.