COMING TO TERMS
There are no flowers in this garden,There is no sun shining on this world.
No breeze blows to cool the heat;
Here, it is cold.
No one laughs in this land.
There is no hope.
We always try to make it better,
But nothing will work.
Party; have fun - for now...
We'll have to face it later.
No love, caring, thought, prayer
Can help us now.
Where is the beautiful God
you all dream about?
He would never be with us
Here.
He is somewhere else
Where life is sweeter.
He was never here
He will never BE here.
We must go to Him.
But,
Where is He?
In this world,
It's the survival of the fittest.
Every man unto his own.
We have to look out for ourselves,
And make ourselves known.
How can you sit there
And tell me to have hope...
To have faith...
When there is nothing left to wish for?
It's a cruel world;
And every man
must watch his own.
© February 1990; Camille Moore-Chang. All rights reserved.
