Love?

Love? Who decides who is worthy of such a thing?
Is it the masses the simple majority?
Maybe someone standing in a place of authority?
What is it to love to care that drives us to share?
Why must we act on this emotion?
This thought sometimes called a fools notion?
We speak of love as if it were a riddle.
To love or hate , there is no middle.
But the question remains
Can we start again?
When even ourselves we are afraid to love.
Always wanting to have our worth verified.
The thought of just us keeps us terrified.
The answer to all these questions must lie.
Somewhere beyond this expanse of sky.
The Being who created us all.
Has shown us that love is never small.
It belongs to all of us true.
Not one is denied this boon.
Every soul that dreams.
Every heart that mourns.
Deserves to have that love shown.
The next part is the hardest.
To love ourselves when we feel the darkest.
Knowing in our very souls.
He has not given up on us in our toils.
If He can love us no matter what.
So can we even when we get stuck.

Friends

When I think about the friends I've known
And all the ways to love they've shown
I realize I am not alone 
I was a boulder, a stone
Never giving anything to anyone
Always denying that flicker of hope
Wondering if it was all a show
Now I see things differently
I see things as they were meant to be
Where true friendship means more
Than just a knock outside your door
My friends believed in me
More than even I could see
I became something true
Someone that cares through and through
About the lives he touches 
His negatives no longer his crutches
He gives because he has been there
Where you have nothing left but the air
He works his hands 
For the betterment of man
Never tiring, never ceasing
Cause and effect have played their part
Almost succeeding in taking his heart
All these things that I've tried to become
I owe to my friends, every single one
For showing me the path I couldn't see
I try to thank them in my way to be

Where do we go?

When the back is against the wall

When nothing keeps us standing tall

Except that will and power from within

When will we begin

To push back upon our bonds

To force ourselves to stand

To shout in defiance the tyranny 

Of that singular fear of destiny

Becoming masters of our fate

Choosing for ourselves when to love or when to hate

Never falling for someone elses whim

Always bringing the truth deep within