one with the riptide
the wilderness like her muse,
docile like a doe

rolling waves pull her in
her hair, swept like the rippling current,
its embrace against the moon

(b.d.s.)

There are places , where people dont understand
I have been there and , it's not a good site
There are questions , which cannot be answered
I have asked them and , it's not all right

There are among others , who will not lend a hand
You have to smile and , hold on tight

But , there are few on your side and stand by
Catch them hard as they are your Kites
As you fall , along with you they land
They will stay as long as you fight
No matter how many people get you tanned
They will make way and show you the light

Because many will pull you down to drown
But a few will pull you up to fly

It might get dark but , it's up to you
To find and make this place for us to Smile :)