A philosophical nature; an artist's eye
A unending quest for the answers to why
Why was she born to a mother full of hate
Why was she hobbled right out of the gate
Why does she still have no self esteem
Why does she still have the ability to dream
So many whys come to her fractured mind
But not one single answer does she find
She just exists each day in prayerful hope
One day she may live instead of just cope
She may see the end of that tunnel light
And burn the bridge between wrong and right
rksmith
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Discernment of life in this world is not an easy task. Deciding between right and wrong could lead us to a bad place with sin covering us. Discernment between evil and good leads us to life or death and what we choose. I love your rhymes.