I Could

I could fight, but then I might All too knowingly invite Useless hope into this life A life that isn’t right Made of dark, afraid of light Called to empty, endless night A life that isn’t even life I could plead, get on my knees And beg my God to fill my need But where is He now when I bleed? And then I sit alone and read Of those who in their pain secede To death’s thirsty, luring greed Let me follow where they lead I could fake and lie and break In secret, cuts and bruises make To cope with a life I long to take Hating every day I wake Living only for your sake Drowning in this burning lake Sinking down with every ache Or I could try to explain why Until my novice throat runs dry Until my shell is open wide To let you know of tears I cry Of secret shames and hidden pride Of every hurt that makes me sigh I could maybe stop the lie