Close To the Edge

Good Lord what have we done
Can we not see what we've become
Choosing sides in our back bites
In that where is the love

Do you remember where you were
The day the world learned to hurt
As sisters and brothers turned on each other
Could you be part of the cure

Are we all now in the dark
About our wicked hardened hearts
Much more gullible than ever pliable
Is that who we all now are

When did we decide to choose sides
In this game of do or die
When did hate become our playmate
And then proceed to destroy our lives

Is it too late to turn back
Could there even be a chance
Or is it too late to find a loving word in kind
With what little time we have left

As we're standing on the edge
Thinking we're hedging all our bets 
We'll slip and slide right off the side
Being this close to the edge
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Michael Avatar
March 26, 2018 at 9:21 AM
It's a struggle...one thing I have noticed life's a fight for survival...No time to understand, appreciate, or even be considerate...I hope peace will occur before it's too late...All the best M
Hoffman Avatar
March 26, 2018 at 8:54 AM
It seems like a repeat of the 60's with all the protesting going on; good one Mike!~Che :)
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