The road is not paved
The road that many call brave
There are no exact foot steps to follow
And no exact places to go
The path meanders through sunshine and rain
It skims the edges of hunger and pain
And that’s where the path has a clear choice
Walk on by or lend a hand and a voice
Cross that fine line from comfort into sorrow
Enter a dimension that may forever haunt you
Is there hesitation or can you jump into flame?
Does another’s desperation penetrate deep enough

for your whole life to rearrange?

The road is not paved
The road that many call brave
But if you feel you’re treading on the lush moss of compassion
If you feel surrounded by flourishing empathy that’s ever expanding
If you’re engulfed by all your ancestor’s desires to bring you a better life
And you feel a tsunami swell within from all of their strife
Then from deep inside it’s clear and you know
Yes, you do – and definitely can – walk the brave path of a hero