While walking through a mine field, I stamped my feet
knowing only would be my confidence address defeat
For it is a wonder sometime to know the reason why
some we love are left to die, when afterward we cry.
It seems so clear that some are chosen to live this way
while yet we stand and recognize oh just another day.
I walked one night along the planks of an icy bridge
there below no bottom to see only feet on a ridge.
The people sauntered by, seemingly so unaware
when I awoke and found my tears, again I swear.
There is always a question of just why and whom
so magnificent in aura we might reach the womb
A sedentary state it seems will be only our cause
to find the truth, to know reality beyond our Oz.
I walked alone one night along some icy concrete
out of mind, out of sight, my life was not complete.\
We wonder those, mourn their woes, yet the we
becomes ourselves inside this love, this factory.