‘Be Bold’
I had been the kind of man or woman
Who'd locate magic on the ground,
As though The key to authentic joy
was one thing remaining lying all over.
I’d pull it outside of library publications
their web pages ripped and worn,
And swore which i could see it
inside the air just before a storm.
When you’re cautious to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Back again then all I present in library guides
was the odor of moths and mud.
And In spite of my every single guarantee
that every rainbow retains a little something gold.
That not one person born in heritage
as at any time been tranquil Daring.
Right until I explained to them through peace my smile
that believing is the key.
You can't adjust how the globe appears
right up until you alter how folks see.
ANGELA
1967-