Holding hands with all that was yesterday
overtaken by all that has passed
still looking for truth in words that are spoken
still seeking a truth that will last.
Caught in between by all that there has been
and the reasons I know are all lame
more days go by and mankind seems wiser…
still mankind makes war in Gods name?
The more days that pass the more I retreat
holding onto old memories once lived
each new day a nightmare of all that there may be…?
and sometimes it's too much to give.
Soon the past will be all that there will be
for I cannot keep living this way
dreading the sunrise so sweet in the blue sky
for all that the sunrise might say?
