I know that things weren't always perfect,
But life my dear never is;
But someone comes along to steal,
And says your life is his.
I know that things weren't always perfect,
But life my dear never is;
But someone comes along to steal,
And says your life is his.
Love is faith,
And believeth all things;
It has hope in life,
With whatever it brings.
I used to be happy,
And life was kind.
Life is precious so do not kill,
Destroy a heart or bring pain to those who are ill.
He dreams of a life in a loving state,
And longs for the beauty of his mate.
Life is a gift and shouldn't be taken,
For he is your brother and should not be forsaken.
The whistle blows,
And the work is on hold:
It's time to return,
Where life is so cold.
Without them we are lonely;
And life would be so sad.
Still a mystery,
I can't figure out;
Race home from work,
Where life is without.
Some fell among thorns and weeds,
And the life was choked out of those seeds.
Life for me got rougher,
I have no friends in sight.
I know at times we seem so different,
And our worlds so far apart;
The life of joy that we dreamed of,
It seems won't ever start.
I believed my life was finished,
When you said we were through;
You no longer loved me,
And there was nothing I could do.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories