My passion looks like a sun ready to rise
Spreading every inch of itself for the world to feel
It's a passion that is fearful and scared
Afraid to fall beside itself
To be covered underneath the brush of fate and destiny
If I have to be honest, my passion runs through my veins and courses with love
It becomes apart of me on a wide road ready to breathe new air
It reaches arms high steady to like redwoods
It causes me to see, to feel, and live