The Edge
The edge is there so some can find their way,
With eyes behind the thoughts that lead them there.
No one can see the price that they must pay,
Or hear the truth that lies within their prayer.
Dreams could be all the dreamer has for years.
Misunderstood and damned by fools, "that know,"
Of nothing but their own misguided fears,
And clouds that veil the dreamer's inner glow.
Integrity may wear an overcoat,
To hide the wings that one day will unfold,
And soar above or only learn to float.
Their never ending story will be told.
The edge is there to teach, We can't deny.
And some will simply fall while others fly.
Copyright © Robert Nehls | Year Posted 2014
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