Oath 2001-07-11

Friend mine, why inward grow?
You're not alone; I thought you'd know.

Too strong aid,
you'd run afraid;
too weak,
and world turns bleak.

So come, while strength remains;
come heal, come rest, 'till sadness wanes,
and joy fills up the void.

Alas, 'tis often so:
you fear results of letting go.

But come what may,
e'en so I say:
trust one,
and cease to run.

So I swear, upon my word:
come hence, let all be heard,
and safely die, to live again.