i can boldy think that i don't want to fear. but i'm silent. i boldy live, but i do not always boldly speak. i cower behind a veil of timidity and "space." under the guise of not interfering. my fear wears many excuses, but it's still fear. God, enable me - motivate me - to speak your word...boldly.
i've made the most of love
you get a brand new chance in a brand new town
and if I don't hear what they whisper about me
i might turn you on to something i've found
silence. priceless. silence.
the only way we talk.
from "houdini's angels" by 7 mary 3