Never Bolder

In my heart is where I keep, All my love and devotions, All the notions of what could be, But what we will never see, Is the emotions of others, The true thoughts of our, Fathers and mothers, The condescending feelings, Of our sisters and bothers, We fear what others may think, That what we hold dear, May seem obsolete, Somehow we think our, Viewpoint is unique, So we seek an outside solace, To love and consol us, When we're older, We make walls, become colder, When we fall, there is no holder, So I wait leaning on no shoulder, Shattering like glass, And forming away from the mass, While never the bolder...