FEAR IS NOT AN OPTION!

For one thing, there's nothing left to desire,
Your words are left to retire,
Like sails in weak winds approaching the shores of
Babylon upon,
The sun's demise as it sets throughout our minds, and
exudes out our eyes...

I saw truth,
I saw relevance to our formidable cries for help
within our youth,
Nothing ends for it's all continual,
The continuity becomes, one can only hope, seminole,
Making an ongoing, everlasting impact on masses,
Through walls of pain,
Seas of sorrow,
Plains of Positivity,
On into the fields of tomorrow.

Fear is not an Option!
The loud voice struck out,
Amongst the boisterous noise of the town's young girls
and boys.
And every body stopped...
Listening in,
Opening up their cages within,
To be glistened by the words fluttering straight to
their hearts, which were capturing nothing other than
the heaviest of grins,

FEAR IS NOT AN OPTION!

The volume intensified,
Amplitude immensely pried open their ears to create
clarity amongst the conundrum.
This crazy cacophony must be silenced at once!
But this form of censorship wouldn't go unnoticed,
For the voice just became augmented with greater vigor
and number to transport us!
Transport but where?
Nowhere else than right there, where we were,
Because it's neither movement nor fleeing away that
will solve all our cares,
We must deal with that of our fears, head on,
Banging loudly upon life's vast drum,
As we trickle a tear...of silence of sheer care...

FEAR IS NOT AN OPTION!!

Rang through the whole city, this year...

The collective that conjured underneath that
mysterious loud voice that final day in the previous
year,
Knew all along that the big voice of hope,
Creating choice and change, and the ability for that
town to strangely rearrange thee...was always near...

Never let up! And fear facing the true essence of your
terrorizing cheer,
No matter how far a cry from the wolf's tear and eye,
You'll never escape the wandering well of the hideous
smile,
Until you muster up the courage to say,
"Who are you? How Are you?" and..."Would you like to
stay a while?"

And then the whole congregation and town will stand
upon this white sail,
Clasping hands so tight for this occasion quite right,

And hail, "Fear is not an Option!"
For they've not only gotten to know their whole nine
yards,
Rather, they went the extra mile,
And came out with a smile...