Standing
I see where things lie
I have to let this die
To carry on is to but futilely try
To make known my heart
To bare my soul and do my part
Always ending up back at the start
Seasons lost to naught but memories
Needs be forgotten if it is within my abilities
Of a broken body with rebuilt faculties
Where I stand is a question of thought
Priorities made and given not sought
Something I thought could not be bought
Someday someone just might see
That love is the thing that sets one free
It is within my power to continue and be
Hitchhiker 