A Reflection
Why is it that you ask me questions
That you claim to know the answers to?
Is it because it's your way of showing
That the same questions have puzzled you too?
Or is it because I wholeheartedly but most naívely
Believe there is a good in all that tends to happen?
So I lay my trust upon everyone as though it were me I were trusting
And leave everyone out there watching me, and silently laughing?
Why is it that some thoughts strike harder than others
Yet, you are left with no words nor will to say what you must
I know that when I write and speak, I don't leave messages in vain
But your silence turns my words into letters and my thoughts into dust.
Yet I expect nothing and know not what I do or why
Why is it that yet you question why I do things and subtly turn a blind eye?
It is only when you ask me why, that I question myself too.
Then it hits me, that above all else, I promised a good friend to you.
Unanswered questions may cut my soul, like painfully bleeding fingers
But touching thoughts transcend time, as loving laughter lingers.
And so I am who I declare myself to be - ME
Happy and content with what I do and feel, difficult though it may be.
I rise to the challenge and surpass all tests of pain
For I see that sorrow is not the end; the bleeding is not in vain
I am stronger now, happier too I believe
Grateful for every test that teaches to sing when you’re down and laugh while you grieve.
Perhaps life's irony might furnish me with the answers I silently seek
I look on ahead at the scorched paths ahead but what I see is unique.
I see not the dark doom that so many draw misery from each day and sigh
I see not the dead flowers and impending doom and ask the oft-asked question 'why?'
I see in the grey skies a lingering white light, its presence subtle, but sharp
But is it really there or do I mistakenly search for hope in God's deadly work of art?
No. I know I see it and albeit concealed amidst the grey skies selfishly slicing this light,
Its torch is so powerful, its aura so strong, it injects in me the spirit to fight.
And so my search for truth continues; can Truth really exist on this plain?
Or is this world as deadly as it appears where dreams are raped and true love is slain?
I hold my light close to my heart as I pray eagerly that my love and happiness infects all
May my words soothe souls, and actions kindle happy hearts as I yield to love’s call.
That you claim to know the answers to?
Is it because it's your way of showing
That the same questions have puzzled you too?
Or is it because I wholeheartedly but most naívely
Believe there is a good in all that tends to happen?
So I lay my trust upon everyone as though it were me I were trusting
And leave everyone out there watching me, and silently laughing?
Why is it that some thoughts strike harder than others
Yet, you are left with no words nor will to say what you must
I know that when I write and speak, I don't leave messages in vain
But your silence turns my words into letters and my thoughts into dust.
Yet I expect nothing and know not what I do or why
Why is it that yet you question why I do things and subtly turn a blind eye?
It is only when you ask me why, that I question myself too.
Then it hits me, that above all else, I promised a good friend to you.
Unanswered questions may cut my soul, like painfully bleeding fingers
But touching thoughts transcend time, as loving laughter lingers.
And so I am who I declare myself to be - ME
Happy and content with what I do and feel, difficult though it may be.
I rise to the challenge and surpass all tests of pain
For I see that sorrow is not the end; the bleeding is not in vain
I am stronger now, happier too I believe
Grateful for every test that teaches to sing when you’re down and laugh while you grieve.
Perhaps life's irony might furnish me with the answers I silently seek
I look on ahead at the scorched paths ahead but what I see is unique.
I see not the dark doom that so many draw misery from each day and sigh
I see not the dead flowers and impending doom and ask the oft-asked question 'why?'
I see in the grey skies a lingering white light, its presence subtle, but sharp
But is it really there or do I mistakenly search for hope in God's deadly work of art?
No. I know I see it and albeit concealed amidst the grey skies selfishly slicing this light,
Its torch is so powerful, its aura so strong, it injects in me the spirit to fight.
And so my search for truth continues; can Truth really exist on this plain?
Or is this world as deadly as it appears where dreams are raped and true love is slain?
I hold my light close to my heart as I pray eagerly that my love and happiness infects all
May my words soothe souls, and actions kindle happy hearts as I yield to love’s call.
posted by Princessse @ 1:57 am
Love these lines :)
Why is it that some thoughts strike harder than others
Yet, you are left with no words nor will to say what you must