In The End

The sound of nature fills the ear,
But to these things no mind is paid,
The sun reaches behind and stares
upon a path travelled,
And almost too quickly, he pulls his
rays back into its little ball,
and slip away to continue its journey,
I stare at this scene with newly awakened eyes
The fire of hatred burn deep and
its raging flames can be seen
But this hate is not of nature,
For God created this
But for the people but not of the people,
For God created this too
But of their ways....surely He didnt create
this,
Well did He??
It's as if the people live to cause pain,
But then what is pain?
The answer is simple...Pain is love
Love, the most misunderstood emotion of them all
Hatred, Sadness, Happiness...even our most
precious dreams,
Come from the love of something or
some one,
But as i sit upon the growing cold wall,
And look around God's prefect creation and
I close myself to love
I replace the heavy guard fortress around me,
My front rebuilt, restored, renewed
I hold to me close only a few
And so such a small few will i
always hold,
It started in love ended in pain,
Never will those steps be retracked again
So to the love of my life...you hold my heart,
But God has my only key.