I look at this life you live
And wonder why you are here
There is so much pain to be received
But none to be given
You were born all alone
You will die all alone
You are born into this world
To search through a vast sea
All you find is darkness
In this darkness you're supposed to find relief
But all you find is what you're running from
The pain returns to live with you forever
You hope after you die that the pain will disappear
But it follows you even there
You cannot hide from your pain
You created IT, You live with IT!
Copyright ©2003 Eric E Ellison