When did a stone become more important than life?
Where did the simplicity in our hearts go?
Where is the innocence and the wisdom that comes with it?
Why are the lines between right and wrong so blurred?
When did right become something that a circumstance justifies?
Why are things grey? Why not white? Why did we stop trying? When did we give in? If you could go back in time and undo that moment, would you? Would you like to start over? Is there any regret anywhere anymore? Or does everyone feel right and justified? I wonder sometimes…
From purity pristine,
ReplyDeleteto now it's a thin line,
where compromise is the shade,
that's why,
gray is the color to relate.
Reading this beautiful thought,
I think of the Maker,
who made us in his image,
and why we now call it,
His spitting image.
Yet, to love and not to hate,
to forgive and to forget,
its better to be aware,
why it is now the season of gray.