Where do we go, from where do we leave?
Is there a destination or are we wandering free?
or are we really even free and what does freedom really mean?
what reason do we have to not lose steam?
we could throw in the towel then pick it up to wipe our brow
running laps around an endless track snaking through the sand and never turn back.
what reason do we have to step up
and do our part?
So it benefits us, so we do not lose heart?
And by what holy ordination do we carry the flickering flame?
Did we light it ourselves for some selfish gain?
Was it snuffed out by my agonizing pain?
Do we even care at all, as long as we remain?
I can’t give you all the answers
but I can tell you what I know
No sane man would build a dam
just to watch it overflow.
we didn’t come this far
to watch it fall apart
so as we press on
we do not lose heart
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.