The stars are bright tonight, although the only light.
I fell although am lost, it must be the price, the cost.
For wondering where I should not pass, across the fields, through the grass.
There lye the fear we've come to face, in fact it be an act of grace.
As we tremble our legs still move, feeling each one of the ground's grooves.
Closer we've come across the field, to the end we near without a shield.
Our eyes are blinded by the light, the light of the moon on this dark night.
My fear is not being lost, but simply being found.
The top half is done by a friend of mine, her name is Chelsey. This was an assignment for writer's craft(class).
