Do you now beg to transcend
forget now all the past would intend
why do you cry for the pain of your tears
count the days by the minute, your life by the years
could you forget what you swore you could not
could you teach others what you were not taught
if prayer were like rain, could you stop, and kneel,
would you pray to a God you'd never thought real?
If pain were only transient, if tears were only rain,
if the ocean could be filled by a single ounce of pain
if death was fearless, life afraid
if love was always second-grade
if time was always blessed with pain
were hunger left with naught to gain
how could one enjoy one's life
without such struggles or such strife?
Would we take it for granted, knowing not what could be?
Would we sink into blindness, were it too dark to see?