Choose to speak, decide upon the meek,
where we land, we might beforehand,
wonder about the value, slapping ideals through
the nature of time, seeking always the sublime.
Yet these occasions, create certain confusions,
the need to better grasp, that burden our personal hasp.
The world recalls the beauty, far beyond that scrutiny,
however way we can take side, we must always then decide.
We will love one another, then perhaps we can together,
erase the mindset so near, that frailty of common fear.
If we might better serve, the purpose towards our deserve,
then life as we do seem to know, will only continue to grow.
I walked outside and could feel the hidden rain,
those were the timid outcome of my refrain.