Looking Back

When i tredge the verge of jordan;
and,looking back
see the storms of life.
captives held tight
and i can't cry
neither can i help
can't extend a hand
or wipe a tear from a friend dear
or even a mother
or say a brother whom we shared a womb
if only for nine months
then my mouth opens
wishes them all well
if only to embody the spirit
and strengthen the chords
which to my hapless strength
betray my helpless estate
as it is now over.
but to my soul a radiant fire erupts
as i have watered my birthplants
as i have put a smile to so many;
distressed by worry
and i have told them
Of the bright colour on the other side
Of this two way road
One that leads to life
And the other that leads to destruction.