For Those Who Struggle.

For those who struggle with the inconvenience of life's bargain bins
When things are lost and torments are involved with the sick it brings
Shattering echoes of screaming under the shadows of scary needs
Where trees live barely breathing in the air which itself gracefully breeds
Another sleep falls prey to the praying in which we all believe in
When God spoke down to us we listened to his almighty angles singing
Which a hand has left behind regains another in some other ways
Strength is copious where there appears weakness on other days
Sentiments taunting the sides of which way to stay on course
Opposites in reverse will promise it can be sealed with divorce 
Seemingly to be far-fetched when someone smelled a dying ghost 
Knocking on a window with the reflection of a scary image at most
If falling bridges pass you then maybe the only way could be up
Coffee drowning in tears filled with the heartaches in cupids cup
Dancing on the daffodils way up yonder with the heart of wild oak
Daughters love for daddy secluded around his gray-stoned moat
Concluding fundamental elements of life given are purely a stroke of luck
Where genes mutate there lays beneath the art of earning another buck
Intellectuality cares to exist in the gargantuan fashion of missing madness
So we share thoughts between it which then saddened all of us
Nightmares of our dreams which somehow there is always at least one
Grazed knees, butchered relationship, adultery, whatever left us with none
Memories, happy days, babies caught up in the red backs spider silk
Ten sense a thousand miseries with a leaning tower of Piza left to tilt
Sharpened glow followed rainbows shining down on life again
If communism sang towards the land of hope and glory but when
When we look up to the starts a brief sign is again instantly reborn
Stitching up the brickwork with a needle which left ripped and torn
Therefore, in being wise and humble it will teach the world how
To rejoice in the love we have together right now.