Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
LIFE AND DEATH
This is a time of solitude and pain,
It wears the heart faint, and summons the mind.
I sometimes wonder, why it went this way;
I could have been an angel,
And chosen that which glows.
But life besieged me, and took me for it's own.
Now there is but time to wait, and see if I survive.
Justifying the sins, Of a thousand years,
And still no relief in sight.
Waiting for justice, and dying along the way.
Struggling for truth, and getting only lies.
It is their way, and they will rule,
And make the truth their own.
I see something different, and it doesn't Really show.
But deep down inside It speaks,
And cries out aloud.
Sadness within me, for those who do not care
Their lives are shattered, By their very own will.
Giving in to thoughts, which makes it all worth While.
Selling away their freedom,
Which gives them the right to think.
This thing that destroys me, cannot take my mind.
But it eats away at me,
And tempts me to learn their ways.
I would not seek their wisdom,
If it gave me three more lives.
For this thing that controls me,
Is the life that will survive.