I went down to the land of woe
Where all the selfish people go
They all set around a banquet table
But to eat they just weren't able
Glorious food was all abound
Eagerly at that table they all sat around
But the forks and spoons where a mile long
They all cried, "this is unfair and wrong"
Try as the might
They couldn't get it right
Some where dying of hunger
They couldn't get the food to their mouths, they where going under
They couldn't  figure out how to eat
It seems this life has them beat

              Meanwhile

Just across the river nine
This is what you'll find
It's the exact same scene
Glorious food, it's so serene
They all set around a great big table
Same long utensils, but to eat they are able
Can you imagine what the difference is
Why they can eat and live like this.....................

It's a lesson we all should learn
So by ourselves we don't get burned
It's as simple as thinking of others
For my friend, they feed one another

I once learned that on a dark night, you can see one burning candle about 30 miles away, provided you have a flat land and a clear horizon.

Imagine that perfect circumstance.

In contrast to that hypothetical flat land, a life can be a rugged terrain.
Every choice is made and every inaction is an action with a weathering outcome, shaping our characteristic formations.
Splintering fault lines begin to appear as our decisional plates shift under the surface of our appearance to others.
There are unending waterfalls of thoughts and emotions; they can refresh you or they can drown you.
Unexpected cliffs hang over the crags of uncertainty, regret, anxiety and suffering.

Darkness falls suddenly over the land of life, but life does not offer a clear view to a candle in the distance.

Despite all this, light in life is closer than you think.

Light is seen through the people all around you.
The honest smile of another face, hope shared through dreams and aspirations — those are flames that shine brighter than any candle. The best part is that those are just minute examples of all the bright experiences we are blessed to have.

We should realize that while the horizon that is the future will often be unclear, the Light in each and every one of us is never extinguished. It grows as we cherish one another, share love and fellowship, and care about the needs of others above our own.

This little light of mine... It's yours too.
The simple question only you can answer now is this:
How bright will it burn?

When I was young a monster took my hand
Lead me off to monster land
When he was done he passed me off
All the monsters turned to me and scoffed
They shouted out in unison and glee,  "this will never stop"
They threw me on thier block and chopped

They chipped away my innocents,  replacing it with anguish
They took away my joy, leaving memories tarnished
They stole the light in my eyes, now all I see is gray
It took a few of them to make me see this way

Even though I ran so very far
I couldn't get away after all
They finally left one cold winter day
But chained to the memories I still stay

They still hunt me in my dreams
The memories of what they've done still stream
They can still make me scream
So judge me if you want, my life's not what it seems

Night's dark warm embrace,
the presence of a blanket,
bright sparks in the sky.

Dawn's rosy fingers,
pull the sun out from hiding,
leaves diamonds on the grass.

The sun gets bolder,
now burning off the diamonds,
starts a scorching reign.

Dawn now pronounces,
the hot sun's job is now done,
Night comes once again.