You do not walk this path alone
Let me fall in step, My Friend,
We all with silent sins atone,
Perhaps not ours ~ in the end.
Free your heart and free your mind
Come fly with me as high we soar,
There really is a 'peace' in kind
So cast the flotsam from your shore.
The debris from the ebbing tide
Took me in tow more than one time
But, I refused to sink or hide
And swam to safety ~ which is mine.
(c) ZYDHA HART 2006 Revised but first written in 1969