​​We, you and I​

 

We walked the path that fate has laid
Long and hard and high toll paid
We rant and rave about how it aches
And blame the others for our mistakes​

 

We search for all and sometimes more
Seldom seeing the joy of an open door
We fight to claim what is not our right
And try to force near what’s out of sight​

 

We ask forgiveness for a mistake
Seldom feel that person’s heart break
We expect the road to smoothen out
But simple is not what life is about​

 

We do not stop to wear the others shoes
Seldom appreciate what they have to loose
We build a wall to protect our heart
In the end don’t know where to start​

 

We may ask “why Lord, why me?”
But look around you and you will see
There are others on rockier ground
And many do not even make a sound

 

We look for love and in the end get hate
We believe that lies will soon dissipate
But truth has a way of winning the day
And payback is a bitch that much I’ll say

 

I walk the road that fate has laid
Long and hard and high toll paid
I rant and rave how my heart aches
And blame myself for my mistakes

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​Victor © 2009​

​Words of regret​

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How do we express what we feel?
How do we discomfort or pain heal?
How do we comfort give or get?
When words too often bring regret​

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What is it about the emotion?
That brings no more than commotion
Why do some value it above all?
Even when left cheated, loosing all.

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I do not understand doubt I ever shall
That we willingly choose a road to hell
But what makes it even harder to figure,
That when retreating the pain gets bigger

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A mystery it is and will always be
That our hearts and minds seldom agree
Often our hearts accept without thought
While our minds know it is all for naught

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In a world where many, much will learn
To read and write so they wealth will earn
I seems that no one has tried to find
The meaning of love and why it’s blind

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Sorrow it brings to a fool at heart
To see love sold, with a coin begot
But could it be or should I agree,
Without gold, love I will never see?

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If this be true then explain to me
That gold may buy all you wish and see
But in all that is bought with silver or gold,
I find no warmth, its lifeless and cold.

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So now I have expressed what I feel,
Nothing to show, but something did reveal
That even though comfort I did not get
My words as always bring nothing but regret.

 

 

​​​© Victor 2003

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