One

There is a fire in which we burn,
days in which we are silent,
pains we endure,
blows we swallow.

There are nights when we don't find sleep,
days when we cry out,
minutes when we vanish,
hours when we are consumed.

There is joy that slips from our hands,
love that melts within us,
seconds in which we recall
that life comes only once!

Years in which we suffer always,
others in which we simply sit,
a third in which we perish,
the last in which we rest.

A life in which we walk alone,
a destiny in which we share
fortune and our gladness,
death and life—made one!

There are tears we shed upon our
faces in the moments of despair,
others that we weep,
guilty before eternity's gaze.

There is a passion that devours us,
another that condemns us,
a love we abandon
in those rare, blessed days.

There is a rage we swallow down,
a fear we cry into the dark
in the seconds when we know
how hard it is to simply be...