A Landfill's Bloom

Trapped in a fight, Forgiveness vs. Sin
The light cannot shine if you won’t let it in
A world full of grief, decay and demise
A hollowing soul emits pain in your eyes

Your family and friends have all left you again
A life of despair to which there is no end
A darkness is coming, a terrible storm
Yet, without the rain we cannot be reborn

With mortar and stone you proceed with a wall
The lightning that strikes will not let you stand tall
With Innocent’s death there is nothing else left
A pile of bones is where you choose to rest

An urn holds the ashes of what used to be
A bracelet of chains will not let you run free
You feel no one cares as you write your last will
(A beautiful flower can grow in landfill)

Wondering what your life has become
Instead of a hand, you pick up a gun
With agony piling on top of your head
“My family will be better off when I’m dead.”
Such foolish a statement, words that are not true
What in the world will your family now do?
Your children will lead the same life that you have
You’re taking your life and you’re taking their dad

The smile you give to the ones who look up
To you, to the sky; they’re the ones you’ll corrupt
How can you be so selfish to act?
Do you still believe they don’t care if you crack?

You’ll leave them, disease them, throw dirt in their face
You gave them a home now you’ll give empty space
A memory beaten and tired and torn
What will they do when they step on a thorn?

Who will tell them there is beauty to find?
Who will help shape their small, delicate mind?
If you choose to leave then you choose to deceive
A lie is the last trick you have up your sleeve

Put down the gun and step into the rain
The night is what prepares us all for the day
Look in the eyes of the ones who you love
They are the answer to prayer from above