Does your path really have to be chiseled
Out of the rock-face, next to the freeway

Must your desire to be accepted
Propel you headfirst into...

A spiralling darkness
That you flirt around
On the strings of humour
In tandem with warped charisma

A spiralling darkness
With masked dangers far greater
Than the scanty faux-velvet folds
That seem to secure your heart

But drag it down, it will
Together with the precious receptacle
The sparkling ruby showcased
By it's aged silver holder

Resist it,
Nay, flee from it!
Renounce it.
Come into the house built on rock
Crafted only for you by One
Your very own safe place


Along the same way, just over that hill
I'm standing
Cheering, encouraging
Praying, crying
Believing that make it, you will

With Love,

Someone who cares... so much.