You face your fears.
You face your fears
with every step.
The unknown
with every grip.
The unfamiliar
with every gaze.
The puzzle
within every maze.
Whats to be,
will be.
For no one knows their fate.
And sometimes the wrong path
is taken and not realised until its too late.
Who is to be trusted.
Who will remain loyal.
Who will stand beside you.
Who will not stain your toil.
These are the risks we take in life.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
You still face your fears.
You still remain sane.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .20220716
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