The
soul of man cries out in pain
no matter what
he does he cannot gain
the world turns
just the same
and the cries
are lost in the main.
Oh nature, why
cannot you show
the way mankind
should go?
is there some
undesired fate
for which mankind
must wait?
Brief sparks
of light in the mist
appear from
some who have the gist
but all fade
away in the light
of each new
dawn we sight.
Where is mankind
destined to go?
what is he
designed to do?
must he forever
wander in the dark
waiting for
his soul to spark? |
Why
do most souls flounder
when the answer
is just under
their own shell
of consciousness
awaiting the
call of unselfishness.
We live our
lives, mostly in vain
full of troubles,
full of pain
and yet the
desire for real love
is there on
the wings of the dove.
We cage the
dove, and lose
that which
we want to pose
if we free
the dove and strive
it spreads
its wings to fly.
The soul of
man cries out in vain
Oh God! why
so much pain
desire and
lust create the strain
and man goes
on, his soul to drain.
sig rex
(c) may
1999 |
