Like the threatened frog or timorous toad
In a bowl of water by the path
We play dead,we keep our profile low
Until a sense of safety is restored
We freeze instead of exploding with crazed wrath
Like the threatened frog or timorous toad
Our cowardice makes the withered soul erode
And who can weep all day and never laugh
We play dead ,we keep our living low.
Feelings frozen in burst , explode
We will kill the best with poisened pus
Unlike the threatened frog or wise old toad
We discover patience when bestowed
Or we shout an aggravated curse
Even risking killing by those we loath
Patience is like money in a purse
We fill up the lacks with our sweet love
To our frightened self we love bestow
We live now accepting that we’re low
How my heart sings 