Where is real?
What is feigned?
Why live here in abstraction’s reign?
It sometimes seems a way to helm
This shaky ship to safer realms
And not confront those feelings deep
Except perhaps in dreams of sleep
For nothing that is ventured there
Will linger in this vale of tears
Or leave this soul upon the brink
To cry in yet another drink
And wishing for a better day
When risking all to finally say
With courage and conviction still
I loved you then and always will
copyright r.b.franklin 28/02/06