Why do we hurt the ones we love?
Why do we play with their strings
And tug them from above?
Why do we carry spiteful swords in our mouths?
They cut and slash and unleash hurtful words out.
Why can't we be in harmony?
To sit under cool shades and sing with mirthful melodies.
Why do we insist on sticking daggers into the backs
Of loyal comrades?
Dear Father watching from above,
Send us salvation. Help us to love.
For we are lost in this world and need you here.
Put us back on your righteous track and teach to be without fear.
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Branches Of Life.
PoetryLife begins. Life ends. Life goes on. The stories in between deserve to be shared. We're all roots here. Roots growing from love. Love from trust. Trust from connection. Connections like roots which binds us together. It is also known as fate.
