Empty is the heart that will never trust, nor believe,
Doomed is the soul that will never whistle a tune or dance in glee.
Dark is the cave where the rays of sun will never shine,
Sad is the nightingale that for her lover shall always pine.
It’s never easy to always hang on by the edge,
To have a thousand dreams and not one fulfilled,
To see the scrapbook of one’s life sitting empty by the ledge,
The person who lives the fullest, does not live in a cement moat,
For walking the safe path offers no reason to gloat,
I rather be the boy who threw off his galoshes and jumped in the sea,
He may not know have known how to swim, but he sure as hell did float.