Life - The Promised Land Poem by Paul Warren

When I was young and still wanting to understand
I put my faith and hope in the Promised Land
Now the years have gone by its hard to hold on
If I think too much I know that that this hope is now gone

I'm battered and bruised
By the things that I choose
I look for the sun
But the Twilight has begun

I get up in the morning hoping it will turn around
But now I know it won't happen that's as much as I have found
People walk by me and don't see how empty I am inside
All that's left for me in the end is my foolish pride

I'm battered and bruised
By the things that I choose
I look for the sun
But the Twilight has begun

So hold up the banners and bang on your drum
Show the world your public face and don't let on
How hurt you are inside from what life strings
Sometimes in the end that'll be all that heartache brings

I'm battered and bruised
By the things that I choose
I look for the sun
But the Twilight has begun

© Paul Warren Poetry