Life - pipTalk Forums

How to Join	Member's Area	Private Library	Search	Sanctuary		Login
Main Forums	Discussion	Tech Talk	Mature Content	Archives	A home without a wall, Our haven without ends, A circle we all call Our Family of Friends!

WhiteKnight
Member

since 2001-01-01

Posts 83
NY

0 posted 2001-08-21 04:07 PM

Life
By WhiteKnight

I wonder, as I wander through the shadows,
What happened to the Sun?
What happened to the Fun?
I have lost the path,
Maybe I walked too fast?
I think I took my time,
Tried to make sure everything was fine.
Now I hear the wine,
Of my children too,
As they struggle along the path,
Looking ahead with such hope, looking for their future.

I seem to only see the past on my path.
What happened to the Sun?
What happened to the Fun?
I see my children and I know now where I went wrong,
Where I lost the path,
Can I find the way again?
Can I find the sun again?
My children look around now,
sure they know the way,
not seeing that when they look away,
The path changes,
And needs to be studied again.

I can see now, I must never be complacent,
What happened to the Sun?
What happened to the Fun?
I must always strive forward towards the future,
Though sometimes I lose the way.
We all feel this way.
Take my hand while I can see ahead,
I will guide you today,
Just as you guided me back to the light,
When last, nothing seemed right.

Let's make a pact today,
so will never have to say,
What happened to the Sun?
What happened to the Fun?
Take my hand,
Together we can keep on the path,
Keep the Sun and Fun.
Stay with me,
Let me not lose my way,
I will stay with you 'till my ending day.

catalinamoon

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-06-03

Posts 9543
The Shores of Alone

1 posted 2001-08-21 08:30 PM

This sounds like a lovely song. And I know that question well, what happened to the fun, how does the path grow so strange, when we saw it so clearly once?
Great write.
Sandra

Sven

Member Laureate

since 1999-11-23

Posts 14937
East Lansing, MI USA

2 posted 2001-08-25 12:05 PM

well done. . . the path can always be missed. . . but, if we keep our eyes on it. . . it will never fade. . .

excellent. . .

-----------------------------------------------------

To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world.

	⇧ top of page ⇧
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format.