A Way of Life
As we listen to the voices that rage within,
We try to understand the world as well as ourselves.
To spread our wings, to fly on our own,
To explore the outside world is all that is sworn.
Crying, loving, living, dying, all one in the same,
All and each trying to survive in the game.
This game called Life
This emotion to Cry,
This understanding of Love,
This acceptance called Death.
Copyright © Shannon Deane | Year Posted 2011
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