Of all the questions that I ever asked,
That there were never any answers to seek, It is, what it should be,
All the doors I heard close behind me, and all that I have closed willingly,
All the tears I\'ve felt grace my face,
And all that I watched fall because of me,
When I couldn\'t face the death of loves that I once loved, and how they ignored me in my sorrow,
The silence of my children as they left and my foolishness of never asking why,
To withhold love to hurt and wonder why they could never love me,
At the end of what we believe is our life, and what we\'ve become by what we did, never a thought of why,
Questions? Of what?
That we did what we did and controlled the outcome?
Would we have ever been so cruel, to now question the carnage we left in our wake,
To only know as time runs out, that we never in control of anything but,
To love,
Did we share it or withhold?
We went down the paths we created,
That lives we chose to love in waste. To only comprehend in despair the thought,
Imagine what it could have been?
If we would only have been kind, listened and cared,
In the realm, that the gift of life is for all,
In the human need to dominate, we then fall,
Another chance?
Just like the one we gave away; it\'s not and never was up to us,
The trees bend from the winds of sadness that now are inescapable in me,
What could we do over and see?
Only the gifts at our birth that were never groomed by who chose to raise us then flee,
Even then, we had to endure,
Yet had no right to repeat our unjust history,
Just live, breathe, hurt no one willingly,
Then the sense comes from being exactly why were made to be,
As we let the journey of our smiles and trials occur naturally,
I will so try to get it right this time and love all before me,
Another life...Please?