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this poem is for faith, not a person, but a way of living we all share.

Submitted:Dec 15, 2009    Reads: 63    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

In this life of ignorance,

This thing that we all share,

Where we live our life from day to day,

And hope someone will care.


Some people have religion,

And some believe in fate,

They believe we have no choice,

Its all written, love and hate.


They think we cannot reason,

That we should not question why,

That our life is all mapped out,

From our birth, until we die.


Some think we have Free Will,

And that choices made are ours,

Some thing that life, it has no point,

It's just us counting down the hours.


The problem with these points of view,

And the things they try to say,

Is that we dont know what is right,

We don't know the true way.


The thing is, nothing's returned,

Not a demon, ghost or wraith,

And so we only have one choice,

We must choose to keep our Faith.


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