The Best We Can

everywhere there is anger,

everywhere there is meanness,

everywhere there is ridicule,

everywhere there is despair,

men no longer search for truth,

men no longer thirst for righteousness,

it has become much too dangerous,

political correctness has become

the brave new frontier;

compromise the name of the game;

the world as we know it

is falling down with no

relief in sight;

answers no longer have meaning,

questions are no longer asked;

I close my eyes

and imagine days gone by,

I close my eyes

and see days too come,

I hold on to the hope

while letting go of the reality,

I search for winding, empty roads

where few have ever traveled,

settling in the end

for safety and comfort,

following paths well taken;

broken promises and lost paradises

tumble down,

like building block houses

on a child’s playroom floor,

failure hurts,

fantasies and foolish feelings

become lost,

slipping forever from your grasp,

always just a reach too far,

always a little more than

you can hold;

time and flesh fade

until finally

words are all that is left,

when in truth

they are all there ever were,

overcoming the night

is never an easy task,

yet still we try,

the best we can;

letting go of the dreams

was never part of the plan,

yet still we do,

the best we can;

somewhere little boys are free

to play the games of men,

while dreaming of days ahead,

without running from the demons

of their past;

I am still here,

quietly waiting,

I will wait as long

as You require;

I will wait forever;

I belong to You,

I always have,

I always will,

You are my Lord,

You are my Master,

You are my God;

You are my Everything.

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