Story of Our Lives

the morning brings hope for all who lay awake at night their chains broken with the crack of dawn the sun rises, burns their horrid fear bite the hand that feeds and it won't wipe away your tears ashes scatter as they are carried with the breeze with this truth there must be a lie whether spoken aloud or in a thought in the mind I hold steady and my hopes rise renewed I know this may make no sense to you but the truth be told its as deep as the heart within you we rise, we fall, we laugh, we cry we breathe as the breath of life will surely die let your life be lived do not let a chance pass you by in the end you shall give a passing glance to those who saw your road and as they fade from sight your story will be told from the sunset at the eve of every day to the break of morning light surely you will tell the story of the lives of the people you passed by