Shoe Box

The other night
as evening came
I had to wonder why
did I really care
if they would live
did it matter when they die

eternal night
eternal sky

It seemed for years
I placed their names
beside the sacred scroll
and asked for light
to pierce right through
both spirit and the soul

would dry wood spark
and fire glow

My thoughts were packed
inside a box
placed upon a stair
one way goes up
the other down
could either one be fair

I prayed for them
I prayed right there

Then late at night
my prayers did change
from mentioning the blind
when somber fear
would not give up
proclaimed my hopeful mind

awake thou host
there still is time

All those I know
both old and young
how well they seem to try
some more than me
but all ends dark
it makes my spirit cry

You chose the night
come choose the sky