1-22-03
We know not for that which we are born
Sometimes conceived from pure fun
But sent into the world without protection
Predestined to be neglected
And hurt for whatever that's worth
4 being who we are
But who we will be is hidden by far
No one can say what one will be
Our fate lies in bed with destiny
To choose to lose would be insane
For that would be to desire pain
And soulful sobs of a weary mind
Due to give up, without love, in time
Strive for success in search of what is best
A plan for all who seek to be whole
The terrain we must travel there is foreign is untold
Without encouragement the heart carries a heavy tow
Pulls down within the soul connected to the core
But determination of the self and head
Can lead to the achievement of the body & spirit instead.