In all this world's beauty and wonderment
I have so much fear also torment
Questions running through my mind
My thoughts and aims, be good and kind
Yet mind rattles as if in heavey chains
My hopes and goals are just life's remains
Times gone by are full of lost aims
Youth I had life's knocks have claimed
Moking fear of my own imaginings
Leaves me weak, swaying, staggering
Punch drunk, from the blows life has dealt
All the good and bad I ever felt
Yet here I stand, with all that's good
Side by side with brotherhood
Never giving up, or caving in
Won't let the sinful imaginings win
©cazza
C