A man once said:
βIt's a dangerous business,
going out your front door.β
And he was right
For deep is the river
and narrow the crossing
A river called melancholy
And a bridge called hope
A straight and narrow road
With no rails to catch you
Nothing to keep you from falling
Unless you trust in your footing
Unless you see where you're going
Unless you believe that you'll make it
And you will never fall