Heart's Cry
Heart's Cry
Why do I have to sink so low, when everybody’s climbing high?
Why do I have to be afraid of the questions rising in my mind?
Why do I need to suppress my dreams—cloistered, and subjugated in the four walls of judgment by mankind?
Why do I have to cry out low, when everybody’s laughing out loud?
Why do I need to perish, for someone else to thrive?
Am I the only one insane?
Is life nothing but a game?
Was I living the wrong way?
Will my ashes burn into the dawn of a new day?
If this is life, then I know that I’m lagging behind.
If this is life, then I know I gotta cover it up in a stride.