If Life was this Easy

 

If life was this easy,

Where would the thrill to live be,

So dry and coy to grow,

There would be no point in living it seems.

A question we ask every day,

Why do we love, if only to suffer the pain,

Memories become weapons,

An ammo of choice to blame.

A mist then rises,

Clouding my vision,

Turning the mist to  drizzle,

That does not seem to ease the pain a little.

I cry, I cry,

To suppress the agony,

My heart does not heal,

Because its wounded so badly.

If every one was happy,

where would sadness prevail,

That's the story of life,

After all its just a game.

We write our sorrows,

Pain turning them into mystic words,

They mend the soul a little,

But still sway to the same tune.

We wish and pray to him,

To him all the same,

To make our lives a little easier,

So that we have the strength to stay.