Pathways

Many pathways help us,
Many poeple choose to ignore it,
These pathways that lead to somewhere helpless,
Somewhere precious,
Graceious,
Some say that this war will never end.
That this is just the illuison of our minds playing tricks on us.
The pathways of life twists and turns us,
Sometimes for the good and others for the worse.
I choose one path,
The path to freedom and peace,
The stones,
They tell each and every story.
The story of many people who were unfortunate.
Of many who once lived in peace,
Who loved to give love and affection.
Now I stand before them all,
Buried beneath the pathway that my very feet stand on.
SLipped away between the secrets and blood shed.
This is what war does,
Many pathways help us,
Now are people ignoring it?
These pathways lead to somewhere helpless,
And now I'm standing right in the middle of it.
Dancing and singing glories,
Some say that this war will never end,
That my mind is slowly drifting away,
Slipping between those cracks,
To meet those helpless people whose paths where buried.
Who I am stepping on,
Resting lightly with peace and happiness,
Not blood shed and secrets.
Where I'm slowly going to be.
Resting in the rocks on someone's pathway
Where their feet lay
And it starts all over again.