Path of Life
There’s nobody left that can feel the tide
As the world draws a breath and reshapes our minds
Nothing to see when we try to hide
Because nothing will be if we close our eyes
Not much to say when there’s nothing left
Now we’re talking away as the shadows set
Where we all pretend that we have our breath
And we decide that none of us knows what’s best
There’s nobody left that can hold their path
Since the fear decided that it would last
Nothing to come if we hold what’s passed
Because nothing can grow when we’re falling back
So much to be when we turn away
Becoming much more to create the day
Where everyone knows that we must repave
The path we deceived at the sight of pain
There is only us and what we create
As the earth sings the song of its timely fate
Reflecting a message that most sedate
And creating the pain that we have of late
The circle of truth that we have deprived
From ourselves feeding pain as we bring the night
There is only us and what we decide
And waking to that is the path of life
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2008
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