Tags: the human condition

ButterflyEye

What Was, Will Always Be

What was, will always be
What passes, always remains
Not only in photographs and memories
But in our hearts, that are forever changed

Love forever resides in our soul
Touched by a life so clean
It’s sad that many will never know
Devotion from ones so supreme

Tears, we cry when the essence changes so much
Heartbreak we know deep inside
Missing what we can no longer, physically touch
But what has gone remains by our side

What was, will always be
What passes, always remains
Not only in photographs and memories
But in our hearts, that are forever changed
Flow

Men without compassion

Who among us has no care
Who among us has nothing to share
Always, there is something to give
It's part of life, why we live
I see it through eyes clouded in pain
I hear it in the sounds though dulled by rain
Knowledge, it's there for all who will learn
Wisdom, for all whom time has turned
We must wake up from this reality; it's not what it seems
We must remember our dreams
Heal the hearts and lives torn by greed, lust and anger
torn by love for self, more than the care of strangers
How has it come to this fruition
Does it really matter that we are men without compassion
Compassion is life, our reason for living
Compassion is truly worth our giving
ButterflyEye

Life with pain

Life, I live
How can it hurt so?
I want to feel useful again
But how I don’t know

Experience of such physical pain
I’m soaking wet
Bathing in this heavy rain

Lost from my identity
I try to find some sanity
This pain has made me a stranger
I’m someone I no longer know
Once able to live
Now, numbed so

How can so many pass judgment
Of something they do not know?
Who can understand,
But those who know?