Meeting fate

When words grow short
and pain grows tall
the crying starts
but tears don’t fall

when walls are build
the bricks are laid
when healing stops
emotions fade

where thunder roars
within the heart
where love is shed
and lovers part

it’s here I stand
within the field
where I stand tall
without a shield

the field of fear
of pain and hate
where I lay down
and meet my fate

© Clautje West 2000