One Who Dares ca 1975

Joy and Danger
These dare to dream

This is a search along a beautiful path
The Beautiful Path
One Who Dares must give up looking out
And see within

Two voices struggle in One Who Dares
The Dream voice daring
Weaving the chrysalis
The Dead voice damning
Stinking like a stagnant pool.

Get out of me!
You are Dead in all your forms
I deny you, me

This hell we stumble through
It is a passing thing.

I am One Who Dares
Following the Dream Voice
I will be Joy, and The Voice That Remains
I dare to dream, though the Dead despise me
I will be Danger, because One Who Dares confronts the Dead

I shake the Dead to the foundations
I cause their souls to quake
Because they are Dead and I dare them
I dare them to dream.