Bring our stories to a close
In disbelief, he bears this burden,
Thinking all is well.
The weight came crashing down on him
So hard he almost fell.
With a heart and mind so weak, he cried,
"What have I left to do?"
Answers sought for many years,
Right here inside of you.
He broke down, hurt and feeling lost,
He could not let that go.
The pain he's held for all this time,
The world would never know.
And so he stood, with newfound strength,
He'd found his way once more.
He'd sooner die than let us suffer,
Wondering what we're living for.
We live in fear of dying while we
Work ourselves to death,
Extending life with medicine
To suffer til our last breath.
What's more important here is that
We see what life is worth.
We're born to work and die as slaves
From our day of birth.
Well, we were meant for more than this,
But still, we suffer here,
The peace and joy we seek on earth
Is clouded by our fear.
The fear of being free, our true
Purpose, I suppose,
To find where we are happy,
Bring our stories to a close.
I wrote this on September 28, I will be posting a few from my facebook page, here is the link, in case anybody would like to view them:
