Lynn Miles Follow

it's ok I'm not afraid
of marching in this brave parade
with all the souls who've crawled back up
who bet despite they're crazy luck
who choose to love in an angry age
refuse to bend to spite or rage
who aren't afraid of bad reviews
who don't care if they win or loose
who know that all the money's spent
every deadline came and went
who know that love is not a game
that life is equal joy and pain
who love moonlight across a bed
who question every word that's said
who celebrate every victory
who aren't afraid of mystery
who aren't afraid of leaving town
giving up or falling down
throwing everything to chance
fighting for a new romance
who look between the skin and bones
who long for comfort ache for home
who love the poets and the sky
the drifters and the ones who cry
here's a toast to the underdogs
the little boats lost in the fog
the ones who don't quite fit the mold
who never do what they are told
who know that sad songs matter most
who face the music and the ghosts
the lovers and the second best
who have no medals on they're chest
it's ok I'm not afraid
of marching in this brave parade