Survivors

What is man but  a survivor
 In a challenged world, of pain and strife?
What is man, estranged by illness,
Of mind and soul, when devoid of love?

Struggles ,tragedies,hate and suffering
 Imprint our hearts in tightened bands.
While dying souls, on a daily basis,
Cling to hope, found in Gods' hands.

What is a human but  a survivor,
Living at the devils' door?
We are survivors, reaching upwards,
Like drowning children,  in waves of storms.

We believe in dreams of glory
 Beyond the ugliness we see.
We tell ourselves each day a story
A journey of a thousand miles, begins with me.

If we survive the ugly planet,
 Corrupted, soul less, cold and cruel,
It's because we trust the words we live on
That God exists and loves us all.

And thus , we are all survivors
Living by the devils' door.
Just so we can tell our children
Without the sun .......
 We still have stars.
A Lady's Life
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I wonder if we would have any starlight without the sun?
How far would we have to look and would there be any light
coming from anywhere so far away, in other universes?

xoxoxox