In Living

In living there is light tearing at a soul to keep tender moments tight into every crevice, deep Bringing forth love and hope where all her goodness lies dwelling in that which is beautiful drenching us with sunny skies In living there is dark bleeding through the nights where troubles find their way draping on to fear and fright Here we find our pain and grief raining down, continued waves clouding up our skies holding on to all that raves in living we must trust it's not just one or the other in darkness there's a guiding light; the shadows loom —                      a wicked lies but still,         in the gloom of it all                      the flowers bloom