Sometime in life, I used to know who I was or what life was about.
Now I just merely exist in this never ending world.
Where once love and fear roam but is now a graveyard.
Is it not of our hearts we live, as we strive the trial?
It is of pain and suffering but still of dreams we wish for.
It is that of hopes for a better tomorrow but life’s ways
that makes us strive for tomorrows.
But it to is that of a greater love.
Rather it is that of higher power or one far away.
I know I’m cared for in many ways.
And hope you are having a blessed and pleasant day.
Even through the hard times we encounter these days.