What does one do when you cannot go back
Back to the days that were not numbered in black
But rather the days when you felt so happy and alive
Where everyday was not a struggle to survive
So black and blue your emotions are bruised
Your ego now stands crushed and shattered
Laying in piles of dust and ash upon the mighty oak floor
And you seem so tempted to walk right out of the door
As fear of rejection sets forth within your mind
You can remember how you felt whilst emotionally blind
As your days are numbered here within Mother Nature
You cannot bare the sight a zealous Heaven within this so called Hell
As to where you may stand, whether between Heaven or Hell
You should see the might oak band, rings of age and signs of such beauty in life
And when you know that one simple purpose
You will realize as to why your life is not so seemingly worthless