Somewhat sad and more is true, <br />I never know quite what to do, <br />Is God my sole and only truth? <br />Is life and death just years apart? <br />Is dreaming nothing more than thought? <br />Is life the sum of what we bought? <br />Is the world so cruel, or am I bitter? <br />Do I even know what I believe? <br /> <br />Yes, somewhat sad and more is true, <br />Sometimes it’s all that I can do <br />To make it through another hour <br />To not curse God for our sorrow, <br />To cling to faith to prop me up, <br />To drink the wine of the wrathful cup, <br />To scream the world has all gone crazy! <br />As tears burn lines into my face. <br /> <br />Yes, somewhat sad and more is true, <br />Our wonder here is all to few, <br />The glistening world of my youth, <br />The exciting silver tarnished green, <br />The hope I had now laid to waste <br />The golden idols so much paste. <br />The girl grown old and body broken, <br />What can the days and years all mean? <br /> <br />Yet, not so sad and more is true, <br />My very purpose here is you, <br />You are my soul my very joy <br />You are the love that conquers hate, <br />You are the truth, the life, the way, <br />You even taught me how to pray. <br />You said to seek and I would find find, <br />A love so pure it saved mankind.<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/more-is-true/
