Supposed To Be

There will always be a pain From which no one can depart, When we feel not with the brain But, instead we feel with the heart. We look around and about us And then we think is this where God has led, Then the worries comes thus Then we think, should we be somewhere else instead. We always look at where we stand And we forget where we had once stood before, Maybe then we will understand That again we had opened the wrong door. From one life we did escape To another life we then quickly re-enter in, Then we return to lies and a false landscape Then, sadly we are trapped once again. Should I really be here Feeling depressed and listening to more lies, I remember being happier over there Where I felt content and wise. Our souls will always ache And our thoughts will not be free In tears at night we will wake When we are not were we supposed to be. Randy L. McClave