Ecclesiastical Proverb
I want to stay for my family
I yearn to stay for His glory
But this world
Has more sorrows than history
Each day is filled with trouble
A man consumed with misery
Each day I search for my heart through the rubble
Complaints and immaturity and selfishness double, no, triple, no quadruple
Do I stay or do I go?
Will one drop from the ocean cause the fire to slow?
Will one eaten leaf inflict death on the tree?
After death we all become memories
Replaced by something that placates the pain
Like the ash, we melt in the rain
Because the thought of us no longer is joyous, rather pain
“i hope i die warmed, by the life that i tried to live.”
