I look into those watery
eyes, years of pain upon
your face; not a breath
could calm the tides.

All of those beloved
people, traveling through
time and space; not one of
them stays alive.

You all need to be caught.
You've gone on for too long.
Scars cover the lives of many.
Scared beyond what's believed.

I hope they can find proof.
I hope they can find you.
The truth is out there somewhere.
I hope it comes to light.

No more pain. No more escape.
It's time to pay. It's time to cave.

You all need to be stopped.
You've abused way too many.
Tears fall from these eyes.
Hearts feel the darkness inside.

I hope they can find proof.
I hope they can find you.
The truth is out there somewhere.
I hope it comes to light.

No more pain. No more escape.
It's time to pay. It's time to cave.

This might be the breaking
point for me. I look out the
window at the trees. The leaves
are falling, bringing back the
memories in my mind.

I'm dreaming of my room, with
the candle on the dresser. A
poster of a woman, hanging over
my bed. Warm sheets to cover me
up, soft lips to tell me goodnight.

All I can do is be afraid
of you. Still, there's a little
hope in me. It's growing like
a fucking tree.

This might be the breaking
point for me. I look for the
evidence with no success. The
days are passing, bringing back
the case inside my mind.

I'm hoping for a break through,
with the child coming home
again. A piece of a child's shirt,
lying on the forest floor. Blood
stains it from two to three days
ago.

All I can do is keep looking
everywhere. There might still be
hope for this. It might
grow like a tree.

We found their bodies in a
cabin in the woods. We
assume he ended
your daughter's life, before
ending his own.

All you can do is give yourselves
time to grieve. There might still
be pain in years. You'll chop it
down like a tree.

We watch the evolution of
ourselves, as we go from being
small. We watch the wrinkles on
our face, as the life starts to
fade away.

In between these states,
there are so many different
plays we play. There's so much
love we can't contain; all our
hate we cannot change; we can't
begin erasing pain.

It is what it is. What it is is
everything. It's life. In the
end, everything will be alright.

We push our children on the
swings, as we hear their joyful
noise. We walk our children down
the aisle, as we learn to let
them go.

In between these states,
there are so many different
plays we play. There's so much
love we can't contain; all our
hate we cannot change; we can't
begin erasing pain.

It is what it is. What it is is
everything. It's life. In the
end, everything will be alright.

We watch the snow begin to
melt, as spring comes in. We
feel the heat begin to fade,
as winter finds its place.

In between these states,
there are so many different
plays we play.

It is what it is. What it is is
everything. It's life. In the
end, everything will be alright.

Down into deep I fell,
into the pit of hell.
It was so hard to breathe,
I could not set me free.

Then one day I learned,
that luck for me had turned.
You are my saving grace,
the light that shows the way.

Joshua Marshall Dec 2017

I was pleased to
see you, the other
day. I had forgotten
how lovely you are.

I wondered, before
I went, how things
would go. We both
seemed to have a
nice time, catching
up.

Joshua Marshall Dec 2017

Oh life,
where did we go wrong?
Why'd we stop dancing,
to that wonderful song?

A song of healing.
A song of hope.
We'd stop the hurt,
with every note.

Oh life,
where did the love end?
Why'd we stop drinking,
calling us friends?

Days of laughter.
Days of fun.
We'd pick up the pieces,
when the damage was done.

Oh life,
where did we go wrong?
Why'd we stop dancing,
to that wonderful song?

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