Let fear confront me
With it's cold icy hand...

A child threw
The crocked cross...

Her lip shook
He bit it still...

Somehow I never quivered,
Somehow I never swayed...

Earth is an image
Crumpled up, thrust away...

I did not walk
As I was told...

A sudden wind
Blew right this way...

The word was uttered
A breath of air...

Create the image:
It's cold...

Leaves fell down
Like crisp tears...

Day by day,
We reside with one thought...

I stuck a knife in my gut,
As you held me tight...