What Life is Really About

You see, everyone wants to know,
That someone is always there.
Everyone wants a friend,
Whom they can count on to care.
We all want somebody,
When are hearts are broken,
To pick up the pieces,
And make a heart beat again.
We all need to be loved,
It is a as simple as that.

I once knew a man,
Who once lived in a forest,
All alone and seemingly without care.
He would sit on a rock over a lake,
And do nothing but watch,
The birds in the air.
But he was miserable, you see,
Because he was alone.
The birds flew in flocks,
Rarely did one fly alone.
And so he left,
To find someone to care for.

Because, you see, everyone wants to know,
That someone is always there.
Everyone wants a friend,
Whom they can count on to care.
We all want somebody,
When are hearts are broken,
To pick up the pieces,
And make a heart beat again.
We all need to be loved,
It is a as simple as that.

So he climbed over mountains,
Sailed over oceans, but still alone.
He saw bears with their mothers,
And fish swim in schools.
And even at night,
He would stare at the sky,
Watching the stars form constellations,
Not one of them standing alone.
Only in the day, was he somewhat at ease,
For he would look up and see the sun,
And see that he was not the only one alone.
But still he kept going,
Looking for someone to care for.

He reached a city,
Full of busy, laughing, hating, loving, people.
They seemed to include everyone,
And exclude the remainders.
Always in a hurry, to get from here to there.
Never wondering what really lies in store,
Always focusing on what they could do,
To form a bigger impression
On a history that fades away with the next generation.
They don't remember what happened before them,
They only care about themselves.
Memorials standing for those who are dead and will never come back,
Recognition given to the sinners rather than repenters.
Judging one for what he did rather than what he does,
Condemning another for a life not his.
He saw all this with an air of disgust.
Was it really worth it,
If this was the result?

He made a decision,
To find at least one good person,
In this city under man,
Maybe together they could rebuild it,
To make it a nation under God.
He searched the high places and the low places,
The poor and the rich,
The lazy and the ambitious,
The successes and failures,
And the stupid and the smart.
And not one person did he find,
Who could be counted among angels.
So again he left,
And it was obvious,
That no one would expect his return

He wandered for many days,
And from there to many years.
Observing how man sought how to kill another faster,
And deprive a blind man of his sight.
He watched nations consume themselves in greed,
All their murder, sex, and stealing,
Finally catching up to them,
To drag them into the lowest levels of hell.
He watched them realize who they are and what they've done,
And beg of him to be saved at the last moment.
He would look them sadly in the eye and say,
"Are you worthy?"
They would say yes without hesitation,
Overlooking their lies and murders.
The cesspool of their filth in sin finally consumed them.

And finally,
He found a river,
Clean and pure in his eyes.
And by it grew a willow,
Tall and yet bowed,
Full of life, yet sad.
He sat at its base and said,
"Here is finally a creature,
Who has been humbled in his afflictions.
He alone is worthy."

Because you see,
We all have our problems,
We all have hearts.
But that is no reason,
To give in.
We all have someone, who cares for us,
Even if we don't know it.
And I am one of the lucky few who knows it.
We are all loved and we all love.
Hate can go away completely,
But a part of love always stays.