The Best We Can

everywhere there is anger,

everywhere there is madness,

everywhere there is ridicule,

everywhere there is despair;

men no longer search for truth,

no longer thirst for righteousness,

it has become much too dangerous,

political correctness the brave new frontier;

compromise the name of the game;

the world as we know it is falling down,

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 the playroom floor;

failure hurts;

fantasies and foolish feelings lost,

forever slipping from your grasp,

always just one reach too far,

always a little more than you can hold;

time and flesh fade,

until words are all that is left,

when in truth, they are all

there ever was;

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 will,

You are my Lord,

You are my Master,

You are my God;

You are my Everything.

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