It Has Always Been

In the never ending cycle of life we turn around, fading into darkness where there is no sight or sound and back again to brightness that stirs up all our senses love and pain fall down like rain and so we build our fences to keep out all the bad things, but then again the good get shut outside from where we hide in our lonely neighborhood. Worse it gets until the pressure blows a hole right through it and instead of stepping in the sun we rise and just redo it trying hard to fool ourselves the past we can erase spending time with beer and lime and thoughts we cannot face. On and on we go until the storm grows once again we try to fight with all our might, believing we can win. Struggling hard against the tide like fish caught in a creel pretending there is nothing to emotions that we feel. We end up giving credit to the powers up or down we're making love while up above the angels watch us drown. All along the answer is a small but potent spark that shadowed people use to find the light within the dark. Hope is fleeting, fading into shades of black and grey, yet something deep inside of us is beckoning to stay. Faith's a long lost talent hidden in a silver cloud we here the thunder and we wonder, should we speak out loud? Come to me and follow was what a wise man said It seems to me that what I see is something else instead.