I’m lost, I’m lost,

But I hear a voice calling.

Its calling from the forest,

But deeper within.

From a place I am scared of,

From a place I dare not go.

I choose then to stay,

In the mud and the filth,

Continually lost because of my fear.


Still Lost and afraid,

Many days have gone by,

When a little lark comes by,

It looks at me and implies:


If you abide in your fear,

You will lose your whole life,

But if you risk your whole life,

There is nothing you will fear.




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