TO FIND LOVE YOU FIND FEAR
It happens to the best of us,
For some it is a great reason.
But for others its just cause,
Or the wrong type or season.
So many people run and hide,
But the bold stay and fight.
They fall straight into the tide,
Giving them thier final flight.
What is this that I speak of,
That causes such a comotion?
Does it soound a little like love,
That comes without a notion?
I'm sorry my dear friend,
But this is more of Macbeth.
For I speak of a mean trend.
I'm speaking of the end; death
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