Is my life only to be felt as stumbling
in the dark? How are we to accept the
insurmountable, the inevitable changing
seasons of our life?
Is there some grand surprise when we finally
arrive? When what we'we have come to know reach's
it's end.
I fight back my tears until they rebel. Desperate
they have become finding any opportunity for relief.
As my spirit is weary within my body's aging shell.
I'm told everything has a purpose, I just wish I
could remember mine. Being willing too, I'm told
will lighten my dark paths surface.
I try to hide my fears, praying to God that he be
merciful. Yet I can't help but to wonder if I will
still exist long after father time. Is the fear
of death universal?
Never to escape the same fate as those who have
gone before. Expected to just let go of life when
that day comes. How am I to go? Perhaps suffer from
a disease's fatal blow?
Hold on the brakes are gone. But where are we going?
Some say heaven some say hell. Will I then be freed
from sorrows spell?
What I really want to know is, Will I die without
love I could never find? Or will love find me in
the nick of time?