Second Chances - A Cry From The Heart
I wish that I could lie, like the sand, and let the warm ocean waves wash over me
Removing all the things that don’t belong in my life
And when it’s finished, let the sun dry my tears and bleach my heart pure and white
If only I could stand on a mountain top and look at the perfect world below
Without the trace of war and death, poverty and hunger, disappointment and sadness
Breathe in fresh, pure air and watch as eagles soar freely in the blue sky above
To float weightlessly in the depths of the ocean, where silence engulfs the angry voices of those who dwell on land
Watching, as light moves, and changes colors and shapes, while dancing with brightly colored beings whose water is home
Lovingly surrounded, like a baby in the womb, not yet knowing the worry and cares of life
I yearn to fly high above the clouds where only the sound of the wind whispers in my ear and the soft brilliance of the clouds reflect their perfection
Where concern is carried far away, in an instant, and the rush of beauty is all around
The earth, with all its problems and pain, beneath the clouds and out of sight
To have the chance to start again and do it all right – the way it should have been
A second chance at life, a second chance to live, a second chance to make the choices I should have made back then.
And what would I do with a second chance?
Would I see the light, hear wisdom spoken, or run back to the choices that have pulled me into this darkness?
I did not listen then; I ran away, choosing everything that has brought me down - and left standing here – alone – in this hell I've made.
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