As I sit in silent thought,
Of all the things I've been taught,
I ponder questions like who and why?,
Why am I here , and why not die?
I think about the simple life,
Working hard, loving a wife,
No problems but those of nature,
Surviving her forces and her anger,
Feelings deprived, unbelieved,
Her storms subside, and do relieve,
The pressures of the world around,
The sun reveled , it's warmth unbound,
To warm and heal the scars of the earth,
The scars of us, and the scars of birth.
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC
As I sit in silent thought,
Of all the things I've been taught,
I ponder questions like who and why?,
Why am I here , and why not die?
I think about the simple life,
Working hard, loving a wife,
No problems but those of nature,
Surviving her forces and her anger,
Feelings deprived, unbelieved,
Her storms subside, and do relieve,
The pressures of the world around,
The sun reveled , it's warmth unbound,
To warm and heal the scars of the earth,
The scars of us, and the scars of birth.
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