I’ve walked the walk
I talk the talk
I know risk.
Or do I.
I went to class
I earned the grades
I learned all about risk.
Or did I.
They cut into me, once, twice, three times
They cut deep inside my heart.
So I know risk.
Or can I?
One minute of real conversation — and suddenly, I truly know risk.
I understand it.
I feel it.
I embrace it.
I need to live it
But am I willing to pay the price to really live?
One look in your eyes,
One flash of your smile
One minute with your spirit,
And I know
I am
I do