A Time For Me
When will the time for me arrive
when I no longer have to strive
to fight to keep myself alive?
When will I travel land and see,
no longer bound by misery,
but free to bask in revelry?
When will my heart be unafraid
of death that beckons to the grave,
and mocks my show of being brave?
When will I use my wings to fly
Unfettered, meant to soar up high
at home in azure, boundless sky?
When will I see the phoenix rise
through clear and not these misted eyes
When will my dreams materialise?
When will I know there's more to life
than war and death, this endless strife,
and daily horror that is rife?
When will I taste a love so pure,
a love that does not lose allure
a love so strong, it will endure?
"For everything there is a time"
This is a holy paradigm
When will this truth be also mine?
Eileen Manassian
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