The way of the world - the way of the wind;
the way some can hold on
and chastise, chagrined.
With venomous pride - and arrogant glee -
a love turned oppressive;
no vision to see...
Such sorrows lay siege to dutiful love.
Polluting the 'air'
as it rises - Above.
It darkens the skies - where glory abounds.
It creeps into thoughts
as it melds into sounds.
The sounds of lost souls - lain barren and scared,
more pitied than feared;
dragging crosses - long bared.
And bear them, they must - by weight of the heart.
Self-growth is their duty -
you must stand apart.
To recognize self and know who you are
cannot be eclipsed
by the yoke of one's scars.
We all have a path for heart and for soul;
God's secrets, therein -
embrace spirit - made whole.
We're all cosmic dust - our paths forged by time;
to not live life fully
would be such a crime!
With so much to give - and so much to share;
HAND BACK THEIR DELUSIONS!
Bring life back to square.