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Paradox
Strange questions
Burning in my mind
I've seen it all around me
Elusive answers to find
These trials, situations
The time has come to face
Oh, god, I'm not ready
But there's never a good time or place
I remember the times they've come to me
To ask of and ponder the view I see
The one that may die, the one soon to live
No rhyme or reason in this game of take and give
For many years their love was so strong
A husband and wife, what could go wrong?
Well I spoke to him just the other day
He said she decided to go her own way
A family growing, but all alone
A father so far never knowing his own
Fifteen years gone, scarred with black and blue
Now a son seeks to find the one he never knew
You say your tears flow from the weight of my blow
I could never imagine, how could I know?
I never meant to hurt you this way
What am I to do, oh, what can I say?
Sometimes I feel like I'm caught in the middle
These people around me, and their silent crying
I haven't the answers, I haven't a clue
But I'm sure they'll come, it's just a matter of timing
I wish I could change it all, I wish I could stop this madness.
Can't you see those heading for a fall, straining through tears of sadness?
And thank God you ARE still here plugging away. The imagery is powerful and the message poignant. Each step of life sometimes seems a sidewalk, sometimes a staircase, sometimes an inverted cliff rife with poisonous man-eating weasels. What do you do? Pound in some pitons and break out the anti-weasel spray. Write on big kahuna.