Poetic Speech

Would you exceed in compassion if you lived through destruction?| You know| Most of us don't bother until we live through the pathos| It is not what we witness| But what we experience that brings forth compassion| Sad isn't it?| Looking at someone else we only complain| Not until it is our turn do we stand|

If death tangles its claws in the dead of night and my redemption should arrive| I greet it with open arms| Grant me one last hug| Squeeze the life out of our last waltz| Hold my hands for I do not know the way-| Guide my steps through the star-less night| Memories fade away when eyes hold no fray| Standing together on an endless path| Dancing to our song| One last rendition before we lose each other to the notes strum| Singing a farewell to the ones we held strong|