Hidden Stings
Every person in the world, lives under one great big sky,
we are born to live, and we live to die.
It’s not what we have, but in what we have learned,
through the fires of life, we will get burned.
We build upon our own, earthly things,
in which each, contain there own hidden stings.
We do our best to live each day,
through the trials and stumbling blocks in our way.
The fires, are the words and actions of others you see,
a trial, a tribulation, a stumbling block they can be.
If their not ours, we could be theirs,
when we’re taken over by emotions, that has no cares.
With our own words, we speak both life and death,
as our very emotions, takes on our breath.
As they go into the ears of man, they come to life,
now, emotions in the heart, brings forth healing or strife.
As we all live under, the same positive, and negative sky, until our final breath,
some will learn how to truly live life, and never taste the sting of death .
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