Why must one question where I'm going?
Or question where I'm coming from?
If destination I'm not knowing,
To darkened past must I succumb?
What truths I hold deep to my heart,
Why must others yet misperceive?
Who dares to think in whole, in part,
That love in me I misconcieve?
Who challenges the wall of virtue
I bold upon stake my belief?
Who dares deface me as untrue
To be the cause of my own grief.
Shall I lay back to drown on sorrow,
That love may meet heroic death.
Or stand firm to save our tomorrow,
From deception upon thy breath?
That I may look for brighter skies
With the storm ‘er encircling me.
For who there has heard my stifling cries?
Who there has helped to set me free?
Certainly not you who lay in judgement
After the fact, dealing your blow.
Don't question my love, my testament,
To hold on, sometimes you must let go.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 02-22-2000).]