The more I have The more I owe. Confined to darkness and content to dwell Within the limits of my narrow shell. To stand at any cost upon the peak of Everest. The tenuous thread of memory Lay too near the seat of life. Courage Courage Is a yellow crocus bloom Encased in ice proclaiming spring.
Courage Is a tender aspen shoot Rising in the wake of fire.
Courage Is a colored college student Storming walls of prejudice. Unless you read my heart. From the heartbreak of a child at play To the loneliness of a tired old man. Philosophers and scientists speak with great authority Upon the subject of reality. But I have known enough of heaven tinged with hell, And enough of hel with heaven's touch, that I can never tell Just where to draw the line with certainty.