Soft On the Shoulder

It starts with a witness, a kindness, a vision

A hand held, an arm linked in mine

Carving out some time

To understand my crime

I try not to fear thoughts of change sought for old flaws

My heart might not want to feel

But we can never heal

What we keep concealed

Love more, fear less it’s a practice

I don’t promise you gold

But I swear it on my soul

I’ll keep trying

Were you asking me to listen?

Was I talking through your turn?

Was I offering kisses and band-aids

Insufficient to the burn?

Were you marching on the frontlines

Were you calling for my aid

While I stood soft on the shoulder

Watching the parade?

Love more, fear less it’s a practice

Love more, fear less it’s a practice

Love more, fear less it’s a practice