For we are all pawns in this life of ridicule.
Statistics have proven year in and out.
It has never been any different for me, so why would it be for you.
Stop being mad, or flipping out!
Stuck; in this whirl wind, the never ending rush.
Never any stability, value, or true happiness do they find.
Always grasping what is wrong; trying to fill empty hearts or minds.
Dependents no different an end result is yours and mine.
How much are you willing to give up, lose, battle for this life.
Choose very carefully, your allies remember those pains you feel.
Those tears are cried:
For no matter how lost you become,
there are those who will always love.
Most importantly our father has sent his only son, to sacrifice.
Reach out to him, now when you just wish to hide.
There will never be any worthy judges, but HIS gracious Devine.
Copyright ©2005 Kelly B Fairfield
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