On Line Journal

It's Always Been In Your Hands.

Our end has begun.
There’s nowhere left to hide.
Living life though the creation of walls,
leaving everyone else on the other side.
I gave away my life.
Through selfless gifts with love.
But through other people’s hands.

I’ve known true love.
From within my own soul.
Living life through giving, takes a toll.
There is always a cost,
I paid come whatever that may.
I paid, I paid, I paid whatever that may.
But through other people’s hands.

My life’s full of light,
yet it’s hidden within the dark.
My love has touched many lives,
Yet I’m alone with my thoughts.
I’ve taken nothing,
I crossed the great divide.
But though other people’s hands.

Shall we drop our bombs?
Shall we throw away our lives?
Shall we forgive all the wrongs?
In order to make things right?
Shall we cherish our guns?
Or shall we cherish life?
It’s always been in your hands.
It’s always been in your hands.
(pause)
It’s always been in your hands.