Sweat dripping down into a lingering forge line
To wrinkled brow nested firm on the fretted face,
Through the deep fog into the dark murky mind,
Feeling an aching pain the heart must embrace.
The sharp pain cuts a deep path into the cleft
That's a wound so far it cannot quickly be healed,
From the sudden pain that left the soul bereft
Down in despair creaky bones becomes dried.
The skeleton man works hard for a life worth living,
Paying back the debt the mind owes to society
He look so weak and frail when the day is ending,
His time is limited but he dares to claim the victory.
In dreams he hears hopes blowing in the breeze,
Softly whisper between the walls and the pencil trees,
The burden carry release began to move with ease,
His awaken soul tumbles upon the wounded knees.
A stream in the soul flows and grows into rivers of cure
Release the struggle to find that life is worth living,
And sense the purposes of reasons we are sent here
Distinction is worth values to prolong the ending.
And finding faith brings joy afresh into his only being,
Blowing opportunities from where he last had seen
His esteem dreams were broken down and left in ruin,
The surge now is to fight for something worth having.
The good of hope and faith in mankind can also be hidden,
When life is lost in the realm that appears to be sacred,
Belief finds providence the reverberated truth within?
By the light making life worth living in all that was dead.