LIFE IS HARD
Winter is cold, but the sky is clear.
Thinking of memories
like movies so near.
Your friends went off to war
never to return too talk anymore.
So you sit in the cold
looking at the sun,
Humming a song
and walking through
the shadows of your mind.
It took so long too climb
this steep muddy hill.
Almost at the top,
and helping hands...
Only to be pushed
to slide back down again.
You have to try and climb back up.
Maybe this time you can reach the top
Where the sun shines so bright,
where no dark clouds exist to fight.