Some fear death
The thought of life being at stake.
A fear of a cold ending, pain, dying of heartbreak and grief.
Passing into a world they know nothing about.
Fearing of their beliefs and what awaits them to be seen.
Some fear death, but I suppose I'm not some.
For when it comes to thoughts such as these
It's life I find myself to be afraid.
A fear of no love, and a compassion that's faded.
Fearing each day I live because with each day it grows harder.
One and then the next.
My fear is that the living world is at its pits.
Although we're all living, the earth is dead.
The state of government and politics,
cutting, suicides, wars, and all the many of tears shed.
It's a horrible sight to see someone living.
You look out and see people begging for money,
A minimum wage job,
Clothes on their back, food, and at least one car.
Children getting in fights and blessing each other out at the top of their lungs.
A pitiful sight to someone that sits in silence.
Yearning to say at least one thing to stop the violence,
but instead holds their tongue.
Someone who fears loneliness in the wake of being alive.
Someone who yearns for love, but will always strive.
No one takes time anymore to stop and enjoy things around them.
Leaves passing through the autumn wind,
Dew drops on morning glories,
And a sea filled with life and expression.
Nothing good lives forever, but why live in death.
If happiness is something you can measure
then just save your breath.
Pain is what consumes this poor selfish world.
You see my friend, it's not death you should fear.
It's the living souls.
