**inspired by my imaginings of what life might be like many years after a dystopia (and by watching Independent Lens and POV, and reading The Other Side of the Island too many times). I apologize in advance for any go-green sentiments or other cheesiness... (cringe)**
Branches in the puddle on the sidewalk
dark against the pale face of the sky
broken pictures of a broken world
windows to a place like mine
but not the same
I wonder – do they cry there?
The wind, it leaves the flowering branches crying
raining down their life over my face
little echoes of what I was made for
pieces of a near, dear place
but far away
I wonder – would I know it?
Sometimes dreaming is what keeps me alive
but sometimes I wonder if it's worth the fight
when all it appears to do is fill my mind, with
something that seems impossible for this life.
And I don't mind this world in its essence
it's the outcome I don't understand
when everything's viewed to be broken
and no one will just take a stand.
Well, I'll not lose myself in this depth, unfathomable;
a world and humanity. It's a surface smile,
a shallow love that lasts to strike, and
the match goes out, giving way to the night.
It's the rage of all the ages
it's the cry of all our hearts
it's the sin that drowns the beauty
tearing us apart
It's the ache we feel with silence
it's the voice that goes unheard
it's the times when we are troubled
it's the times we're not assured
It's the helpless little babies
it's the blessing never known
it's the line that needed drawing
it's the the love never shown
It's the heart that bleeds with longing
it's the times we're far away
How did You, O God
Walk that rocky road?
With the worlds sin upon Your head
And hear the lies they told?
I wonder if you even thought
Once about Your pain
Or did You think of me, dear God
Of all my sin and shame?
Of all the steps You took
All for sin, and me
Every step – every pebble
Meant closer to Calvary.
How many times do we
Think of that each day
Excuses are all we give
Excuses are all we say.