On the Outside

Wandering, I move among the outer edge
Seeking, hunting, picking
Finding emptiness

Where the was once life there is no more
Just blacken shells and carcasses of memories
Remains of dark and desperate times.

Times of lies, injustice, ignorance and anger
When things were done to survive and fight
Kicking and screaming.

THIS WILL NOT HAPPEN TO ME
I am stronger than this and I will never be beaten
NEVER!

Too many times down this road
How do you think I survive?
I have lived out here for so long the emptiness calls me a friend

So many times fighting this battle, so many
Times I feel strong
Times I feel weak

Why now, why here, why me?
What have I done?
Oh lord what have I done

So many battles and yet the war is never won
Is that the way?
Is that the way it is meant to be?

Should we always ask why?
I am weak, I know I am weak
Yet that makes me strong

For I know that
And that knowledge brings me strength
To continue for another day