Insurmountable Odds
Against insurmountable odds he stands
A survivor in the wars of life
Expecting never to be whole again
Though he has crumbled in the stress and strife.
But in the fighting with and the fighting against
The giving up and the giving in
It's made him stronger, wiser and sweeter
And a better man than he might have been.
Losing sometimes gives you gains
Like gaining sometimes makes you lose
The things that mean the most to you
And often forces you to choose.
No one chooses to suffer loss
For eyes can't see the greater good
That often comes in the midst of hell
And makes us do that thing we should.
For wisdom comes with experience
And experience with pain
And heartache comes from reaching out
And love with reaching out again.
So the man stands there with smiling face
Wondering why he has not died
He doesn't see the strength I see
Living joyfully inside.
From life to death and back again
The journey inches onward
The trail gets cold, gets lost, grows old
But one day will point him homeward.
And all will be laid out to see
The Whys, the Whos, the Wheres
The insurmountable odds and the roads that were trod
And the treasures that wait for him there.
A survivor in the wars of life
Expecting never to be whole again
Though he has crumbled in the stress and strife.
But in the fighting with and the fighting against
The giving up and the giving in
It's made him stronger, wiser and sweeter
And a better man than he might have been.
Losing sometimes gives you gains
Like gaining sometimes makes you lose
The things that mean the most to you
And often forces you to choose.
No one chooses to suffer loss
For eyes can't see the greater good
That often comes in the midst of hell
And makes us do that thing we should.
For wisdom comes with experience
And experience with pain
And heartache comes from reaching out
And love with reaching out again.
So the man stands there with smiling face
Wondering why he has not died
He doesn't see the strength I see
Living joyfully inside.
From life to death and back again
The journey inches onward
The trail gets cold, gets lost, grows old
But one day will point him homeward.
And all will be laid out to see
The Whys, the Whos, the Wheres
The insurmountable odds and the roads that were trod
And the treasures that wait for him there.
©by Voo
Jan 31, 2005
written in a dream last night,
typed out at 11:30 a.m.
Unbelievable! You’ve described me so well!
ReplyDeletereally!!! wow, D'Sal. Good to know. thank you, mi amigo
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