Our story
We all walk through life our own way for our own reasons
there is no plan as to what path you may take?
Just another story waiting to unfold.
Maybe it is a story that will be told in history books of long ago tales?
Or like most of us in a world that is oblivious to our life...
our story of pain and frustrations and public relations
where neighbours are screaming at all of their demons
while we hide in the corner and hope to stay warmer…
from the bitterness that is freezing our hearts.
I used to believe in a Universal justice, that one day everything would be good..
But I now realise as the years have passed that justice only comes to those that seek it… never to those who wait and hope.
I believed In my heart I was a good person…that eventually something would click and be right…?
No more reasons to fight?
The years have wrinkled my skin and dimmed my vision maybe my hearing is worse now that I’m old?
But I still hear the bombs falling and the children, lost and still calling
with their own stories that will never be told.
