The Best We Can

everywhere there is anger,

everywhere there is indecision,

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 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

forever slipping from your grasp,

always just one 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 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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