He wakes up in the morn' and wonders at his day.
Will it pass with tragic slowness as he stumbles through?
Will he see the thing he hopes for, as he continues on his way?
Be his head or be his heart that speaks to him more true?

What today will guide his course, deciding all his steps for him?
Will he reconcile what he feels with those things that he thinks?
Tread on the surface of his soul, or forget that he can swim?
For the chains that bind him tightly, will he sever or forge new links?

These things that hold him captive, will think he chain mail instead?
Lending its protection to his heart, and his weakness keeping safe?
Or the bindings tight, digging deep, the reason his heart has bled
Holding him back and pulling him down, trapping his inner waif?

Will he listen to and heed the fear, letting it determine what is his path?
Where he goes shall it be where it wills, he unable to face it down?
Will he finally for no reason clear, stand up and face it with his wrath
And realize that being a love-struck fool does not mean being a clown?

At times he tries, he most truly does, to do what he knows is right
Follow his heart, though he fears the results, believing he will get spurned.
I wish him strength, all that he needs, and good luck in his ongoing fight
May he learn that it's worse to never know, than the pain of being burned.