Stand Again, Oh Weary Soul
(A reminder to self)
Ask me not about my wishes,
For somewhere in my soul
They're the ungranted matters
Of useless, unreached goals
And wonder not about my joy
For after such, I've sought
And found it in the darkest dungeon
Of all forsaken thoughts.
Do not think I do not know
That pain has rules to follow,
And one is always to create
The constant sound of sorrow...
An ailing voice from haunting darkness
Whose heartache has no end,
A tear-filled war fought on the ground
Of a burdened soul within
The constant beat of moans and groans
The cries of misery,
Locked in a cage to feel the rage
Of longing to be free.
Where is the key...the answer to
The pleading question, Why?
I search for it in midnight woods
Where answers seem to die.
Why, oh soul, did you surrender
And bow at sorrow's feet,
To call it master, and give to it
The gold of laughter's seat?
Why forsake the gift of peace
To trade it in for tears,
And risk the chance of feeling pain
Throughout the coming years?
When did you forget, my soul
That in the darkest times
It's certain that the wisest heart
Dwells where the light will shine?
The answers have not died, oh soul
It's that your faith is weak
And so you feel you have no strength
To stand again, and seek...
But stand again, oh weary soul--
Failure is not your fate.
Stand again with faith to hold.
Stand for living's sake!
March again!
March again,
With all you have to give.
Finding all that waits for you
Rests on your will to live
So find your dreams,
And claim your joy,
For you will see some day,
That those who want to find the light
Will somehow find their way.
~T.S. Wilkins~
