The World We Make or Break

The World We Make or Break                          February 12, 2009

And now I just begin to die,
The emergence of all this rage.
It'll never stop.
It'll always be.
I always looked up at You,
But you never told me so.
Always a burden,
Always torturing me.

I've got to get out of this jam somehow.
There has to be a slew of second chances.

At one time, 
You would have bled me with a leech,
Bleed me dry
Until I would have no countenance of which to speak.
At one time, 
You would have sent me to the funny farm,
But that's no fun
When you're on the floor and under the gun.

I've got to see this world we're made of,
See this world He claims we make or break.

I've got to get in it,
Feel a little bit of something,
Kick it really strong 
Before it all breaks.
The closer I get 
To reaching Heaven,
My wings simply melt,
And I'm back to square one....