Within the shadows of the morning
light,
a sense of hope fills the new coming
day,
spirits once again moving ever so
bright,
searching far and near to find their
way.
Morning falls burden to the sobering
sun,
fading quickly into the approaching
past,
for life is tough when all is said
and done,
nothing of this earth is here to
ever last.
Wallowing in self-pity, will take
you down,
not allowing one to feel the
ultimate sorrow,
survival is never found in a
lonesome frown,
nor is it in the joys and hopes of
tomorrow.
Peace and contentment exist in
present time,
but not upon the ground or up in the
fresh air,
but rather in the hearts and souls
pure of mind,
waiting in essences to be discovered
and share.
This world is filled with pleasure
and pain,
as we travel down life’s endless
windy path
up to you alone to light the
forgotten flame,
and to avoid the horrors of it’s
darken wrath.