by Bemsimbom Wallang

I live

 

Like a wilting flower in its final hour

Preparing to bloom no more

My heavy heart weighs me down

Breaking as my lament builds

All of me degenerates

And disappears into the past

 

I own the rivers now

Before I was doomed to drown

Now not only do I swim

But I can make the mermaids frown

 

I had to leave myself behind so I could embrace the earth

I had to leave my cares behind so I could see the value to my birth

 

I was not destined to fulfill her destiny or his

But His

 

And life is beautiful

Life is all we have

Life is more than what we see

It is more than what we feel

Is is everything

 

And I live

I live