By Lee Grayson
Balance is our life in which sides can fall
Delicately it controls us all
Inside and out
There's dark and light
But, does everything have to be so black and white?
What if there was a way
To find it ,
The hidden grey
Although, for now it's buried
Waiting to be found
The balance stays white and black
If disrupted,
It is, and will always be, harder to get back.
~
Some say peace is a sort of equivalent exchange
That in order to gain
Something must be lost, and that it can result in pain
Sometimes to create peace, conflict arise
Which brings the sharp hum, of threatening chaos to thrive
But even if everything comes crashing down,
Hope will be there
For us to turn back around
Life continues to accompany its struggles
It continues to sing
It is a fate of harmony's low and high, that tightens the strings
Of what we must; in the end
Choose to obey
Or choose to defy
Until then; conflicts will come and go
All we can do is join, or stand by and watch the show
Balance is our life in which sides can fall
Delicately it controls us all
Inside and out
There's dark and light
But, does everything have to be so black and white?
What if there was a way
To find it ,
The hidden grey
Although, for now it's buried
Waiting to be found
The balance stays white and black
If disrupted,
It is, and will always be, harder to get back.
~
Some say peace is a sort of equivalent exchange
That in order to gain
Something must be lost, and that it can result in pain
Sometimes to create peace, conflict arise
Which brings the sharp hum, of threatening chaos to thrive
But even if everything comes crashing down,
Hope will be there
For us to turn back around
Life continues to accompany its struggles
It continues to sing
It is a fate of harmony's low and high, that tightens the strings
Of what we must; in the end
Choose to obey
Or choose to defy
Until then; conflicts will come and go
All we can do is join, or stand by and watch the show