There's beauty
in a toddler
staring death in the eye,
all the while smiling.
The knowledge of death
is far beyond her grasp.
You see, we're all born brave;
it's just lost along the path.
So in a way,
bravery's nostalgia.
In a way,
bravery's an open eye.
In a way,
I can only pray
that I feel just a little nostalgic
the day I have to die.