All But Me
by Elizabeth Anderson
They say the end is just a beginning,
a road to a place cloaked in comforting flame,
where all the hate that left you sinning
is soon to be pulled from your newly-born name.
They say that belief is a gift to foresee
a future in which you can live on forever,
yet sometimes I wonder if that will be
when I can't pull myself from past endeavors.
What I wouldn't give for their words to be true,
and to see the whole world the way it should appear,
for while I believe that things are renewed,
I fear I'll stray from what is clear.
a road to a place cloaked in comforting flame,
where all the hate that left you sinning
is soon to be pulled from your newly-born name.
They say that belief is a gift to foresee
a future in which you can live on forever,
yet sometimes I wonder if that will be
when I can't pull myself from past endeavors.
What I wouldn't give for their words to be true,
and to see the whole world the way it should appear,
for while I believe that things are renewed,
I fear I'll stray from what is clear.