Lonely is a broken heart that cannot heal.
Poor is the rich man that needs to steal.
Promises are broken, by those who need to lie.
First they drain your life and then watch you as you die.
Cry out to your aborted brother, he needs to hear you say,
That you hope he went to heaven and will see him there one day.
Always looking forward, we stumble before we fall.
Why get up if living lies means never standing tall.
Why is it that we leave when history says to stay?
Have we lost the will to walk in an illuminating way?
Tears pour forth from children, their need to cry so strong.
Speaking words expressing love, give hope that lasts so long.
These things seem so important in review the choices made,
Prove getting old can be redeeming as the mind begins to fade.
