What Is The Worth Of A Person?
By Charles Gerald Patrick Chard 2nd
Gavri Hanits Hazaka Abir Selek 2nd
What is the worth of a persons life?,
Shall we be remembered for our many efforts and strife?,
What can we do to we remembered well after we die?,
Will we be remembered, perhaps with a sye?,
In life we remembered once and a while,
Those who have passed over, Perhaps a persons smile,
Perhaps a memory of who they once were,
Perhaps very hard to remember giving your mind a stir,
A thought from your past of kindness you've been,
Of a person you've loved, a thought of glee,
Remembering what a person once said,
Or visiting a grave of someone dead,
Stating your sorrow and your gruef,and regrets
Telling them you miss then, and yet... ,
They can not hear you nor understand what you say,
Then so leaving that place, going your own way,
So what is the worth of a person now gone,
To leave a mark on the soul of one who lives on,
To share love and kindness of all we come to know,
To be remembered in life without fanfare or show.
like a kid in a candy store im told by myself , you could look but you cant touch.
embraced the feeling of an outcast sometimes i feel like the only lonely hand with no other reaching out to clutch.
i take a deep breath and then i sye.
windows to the soul is out of my control to open and close but im no stranger of peeking in between my curtains and blinds.
good guys finish last and sense their the last men left standing how can i not question how long do they have to stand alone?
its said home is where the heart is so what can be called sanctuary if my heart became a rolling stone?
like a kid in a candy store im told by myself , you could look but you cant touch.
embraced the feeling of an outcast sometimes i feel like the only lonely hand with no other reaching out to clutch.
i take a deep breath and then i sye.
windows to the soul is out of my control to open and close but im no stranger of peeking in between my curtains and blinds.
good guys finish last and sense their the last men left standing how can i not question how long do they have to stand alone?
its said home is where the heart is so what can be called sanctuary if my heart became a rolling stone?
I shall stand before he and tell him why,
why I broke this man that wish and chose to dye,
my breath had taken him with just a sweet but innocent sye,
fair maiden I love you so,
the heat within my soul is none less but to show,
into the heavens Is where I shall go,
forget the world, just so I let you know
your sweet essence sends me on my way,
has brought darkness to a love that seems just plain as day,
my soul is to burn but only if I may,
from a place that use to seem like home, a place I used to stay,
I remember the days I used to let my head lay,
now it seems the only excuse is , I just don't know what to say.
This is when we celebrate,
This is when we came,
a day for which we will never forget,
the day we hath taken our name,
The essence is for your light of day,
but yours is in the nights in which you pray,
for i remember the smell, of the glorious day,
where you use to beg me,but only to say,
"goodbye", but not yet you will die,
i remember the tears that made me sye,
thus, we shed the hate that cloud the skies,
for you have taken mine,
an so you dance and drink of this bloodlike wine,
as you thirst for this beloved curse,
the truth i speak is but in this verse,
so fear,
so close, but so dear,
through the followers that claim these righteous years,
an your fame in my dead history, is all you hear,
for a victory so sweet is as tart as a lime,
for the foundation will crack like the most ancient of time,
an all that last,of the shadow that was cast,
must die,
to bring light to the sky,
as the prisoner of the branded, again she must fly.
I promised myself no more pain,
but the pain's still deep inside.
Thoughts of future, love and gain,
but this pain I can not hide.
I promised myself no more hurt,
but the hurt's still deep inside.
I'd have no boyfriend, I'd be a flirt,
and my head would be my guide.
I promised myself no more fight,
but the fight's still deep inside.
Thoughts of anger, full of spite,
for all boyfriends who have lied.
I promised myself no more cry,
but the cry's still deep inside.
For no one to hear and no one to sye,
for my heart went along for the ride.