One Man Falls Years do accumulate memories as they fly by But what of the heartache? Those days hours we wish to forget? Memories that were made out of anger To only say 'good' memories a lie We all have the bad Some just seem destined for much more Much more heartache Anger that manifests through suffering There are those who will never understand They will be our judge Our juror Our executioner Always wishing they would hear us The truth Always hoping they would understand The misfortunes But a wall is built to keep us out Far easier to show the faults Far better to dictate morals What of theirs? Our strength in our rebellious thoughts of vengeance But the love of the heart will prevail Their strength feeds on weakness But the honesty of kindness still represent And when all is said and done with The truth remains victory of the soul Debbie Stevens 2007 BACK HOME |