The Better Side
I wish to be on the better side
Where grass is green and nature needs no guide
Where the good people wait
Where no one weeps at the sight of his fate
How can I get there?
When vines are all around,
And all I know,
Is crushed to the ground?
I wish to be on that better side
Where light is strong and darkness will hide
Where my path cannot go
To the shore I'll never know
I can smell the beauty
And hear the voices
The angels singing
Saying unchoosable choices
I need to be on that better side
Where strong things grow and nothing has died
Where I can lay to rest
After being my best
I see out there that better side
The way i found, in you I'll confide
Find what you love, and do it everyday
That is, and will be the only way.
I have made it to the better side
Where grass is green and nature needs no guide
Where the good people wait
Where no one weeps at the sight of his fate
Hello Internet! I'm a person (not a robot), and I can type things into a computer (hard to believe but true). One day, I was bored, and was thinking about thinking, so I made a blog. And the moral of this story is: don't run with scissors.