My tears display the fear I feel inside. The fear of being alone in the cold. Will I have the strength to be bold? If truth be told I don't know If I can hold it all together when you slip in a box made of leather. I wish I could get stuck in the feathers of a bird. Flying north, south, east and west will be my luck. I won't have to make a buck. Just flying over the ducks that dwell in the lakes. The only decision that I and my feathery friend will have to make is which direction to take. What a great deal, but it's not real. So then how can I get lost and at what cost? But getting lost will not help me toss. The fear that gives me tears, which will always be near.