BECOMING BOLD
AS I RELAX
WITH MY GUIDES I SEE
THE PEOPLE PAST
THEY ARE SO CLEAR
I ASK FOR THEM
TO STAND BESIDE
I FEEL PROTECTED
THER WITH MY GUIDE
I FEEL A CHILL
ITS NOT THE COLD
LOVED ONES DRAW CLOSE
BECOMING BOLD
THEY GIVE ME CLUES
THROUGH WAYS OF THOUGHT
WITH MEMORIES
OF THINGS THEY BOUGHT
THEY TALK TO ME
LIKE A LIVING BEING
AND THEY STAND THERE
AS I AM SEEING
WRITTEN BY
DAVID BOYCE 02/08/04
DavidBoyce©2004
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