Listening to every heart
Elizabeth, friend to all sorts,
a trip with you I'll not abort,
my only reason to head for high ground
is from those who would drag me down.
I already know they could care less
to put aside evil, live on stress,
making lives miserable to those who'd hear,
while I'd rather cast about cheer.
So join me, friend, while we give of ourselves
like jolly little friendly elves,
and you will join me on my road
as well as Passions' members in this abode.
Pepper, you are the one with whom I'll meet
as I gather strangers on the street
to take them to you, who will cheer them on
as we move to high ground, dusk or dawn.
It's not that I'm better, I've far to go,
it's just at this time in my life, it's so;
I'd rather do good, and right, for I've seen
the dark side and trust me, there is no sheen.
As many here, leaders they are, all,
and from good, sometimes I'd fall,
but my life is in my hands, it's true,
so I'll take the high ground, to be with you.
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow