Life is a funny thing, never knowing what tomorrow brings

How could we possibly say we are bored?

The people that come…and go, the dreams of the past glow

How can we possibly say we are alone?

The music that stabs, lifts, and reminds…of another time

How can we possibly say we have not lived?

The failures, wrong choices, misunderstandings and lies

How can we possibly say we are not strong?

The beauty of a raindrop on a deep red petal

How can we possibly say there is no God?

There is love.

just kim