In my beginning, I started walking….
Gaining trust I began talking……
Learning daily wrong from right..
When to run, or to stay and fight..
Looking for good,turning from bad..
Trying to be happy, much better than sad…
In my perfect world,day overturns night..
Watch the fleeting darkness giving way to the light…
I can’t remember when my world did shatter..
At the time, it really didn’t seem to maatter…
Maybe it was the first time I watched someone die….
They got sick,and didn’t have time to say good bye….
Or was it that woman and child , hungry and cold..
Noone would help her so I’m told……,
It could have been all the wars bringing me to my knees..
CAN’T WE STOP THE KILLING PLEASE…….
Was that the straw that broke the camels back
Not quite, there’s more to the story that I lack..
My mirror imageshows me a different view..
I’ realize now I’m a part of it too..
It was easy finding others to blame…
Harder to admit that I could be the same
Good and Evilmy battle within..
So, who do you think is going to win…..