TRIUMPH

'Tis time for joyous celebration;

I feel my eagle's wings unfurl;

I pause above a dream-like world

And look on scenes of grand occasion.

I feel the bandages unroll

That bound my closed and timid heart.

I've slain my dragon, now may start

The reclamation of my soul.

No more dreams of warmer climes,

Dreams of white clouds softly sailing;

Sing you, choir! Ring out, chimes!

Heal this spirit so long ailing!

Banish fear, that oftentimes

Whispers, still, "Give up. You're failing."

SECURITY BLANKET

"Say friend, can you tell me -

Am I making a mistake?

Am I condemned to failure

By the actions that I take?

"I've made some moves, I've made

Decisions, had them all go wrong.

Hey, friend, can you tell me -

Was I off base all along?"

I think that I have never

Heard so pitiful a tale;

A plea for help from one

Who's set his heart and mind to fail.

You've burned your hand on life

Before - and now you fear to touch?

Then stand aside, dear sir.

I'll try - and thank you very much.

It's not the past that haunts you,

But a taste for risk you lack.

What's done is done, and good

Or bad, move on now - don't look back!