WISDOM

Last night i stumbled apon something i havent seen in years an old book covered with dust, but filled with tears filled with pain, agony, and heartfilled lies storys of hatred that im happy i've never seen with my own two eyes The things that fill the pages, are lies hidden behind the truth And it takes more then just a magnifying glass to find any proof of who was the author, and whose hand helped scribe the blank pages with stories of wisdom, life passages, passed down over the ages They tell stories of loved ones who have left and never came back To those whose villages, and countries have fallen under attack And life's lesson's learned, and how they changed someone's life To the only thing changeing one's life, is the sharpness of a knife Or the meaning of a passage, sometimes the wisdom of ones knowledge it may take many years, or many lives, but the true destination is to solve it solve the the biggest question of them all, whats the meaning of ones life is it to save someone elses, or just see the end of tonight Once you have takein in all the wisdom, and passed thorugh all the stages your left to write your own story on the unfilled blank pages it may take several years, and collect many unwanted tears and tell stories of ones you have loved, to those you have feared You have no boundries, or guidelines of what you have to write just let it be wisdom and knowledge to help the NEXT survive another night To see the light of another day, turn whats wrong to right and allow them to find the true meaning of life...