SHELTER
Do not hide behind that wall,
Stand tall. Oh, I agree that you may trip,
May fall but you will see but little
From such a low position, after all.
Your shelter there may foil
The winter wind but frost
Is undeterred. The creeping cold
Will wind you in it's shroud.
Better far to brave the sun, to risk
It's searing, burning rays.
Throw off your clothes,
Leave only love as shade.
So it may seal your fate,
May be the death of you
But all our hopes and fears,
Our joy and pain,
Will end freed, in smoke or dust,
Be scattered or interred.
So while you live and breathe Do not be afraid.