The Song of Life

The Songs of a silent mind
Holding to a Passive Pride
Joys that only start
are the echos of a broken heart
Life and pain, the only combination
I can know that brings trepidation
Life lets those whose pain is to great suffer on
A Joyful mistake
Each breath we take
While those who are content grow more so
It is our hearts that suffer
and our skin grows tougher
A soul lost in the moment
as others search for atonement
every second an opportunity
for Kindness in sorrow
before the end of tomorrow