Carved Deep in Precious Stone

Hold on tight and never carve your hope and faith in wood
Because that old wood is made to burn
For you will never see the flame or smell the smoke
And the world will let regret go on and on
Smiling as it turns

A soul will continue to ache until it disentangles itself
From all the players it beholds
Who even from childhood stung with words
That could fill a heart with sadness
Make your blood run cold

If someone told you to forget all your dreams
That you are nothing, a nobody
Would that old sun just stop shining above
And your world be dark with shadows
Only, if you let it be

Do not let the words of some steal your skies
Always know this one thing
If you hold on tight to faith and hope
Carved deep in precious stones
You can do anything

Reviews

[emmajoy]

The meter and phrasing is truly great in your poem and so is the moral of what you're thinking .. the holding onto hope and self-pride whatever happens in life.

So approve of the thought behind this, '.. never carve your hope and faith in wood ~ Because that old wood is made to burn '

[Robin]

I see the sparkle deep within this diamond ~ shining words , precious sentiment

[Angela]

Again, another beautiful melodic read full of nuances of meaning. Lovely