Wings

Must we always lose our way to find wings

Must we cry to hear the happy song life sings?

Must we walk a path lined by thorns

And battle alone, to right a single wrong?

Must struggles always precede wins

Must there always be a mist before the sky clears and the sun sings?

Why does a mother hurt before she cries in joy to touch her baby

Why do hardships pave the path for love and glory?

Life happens in duals, the dark before the shine

The sad is always the alter ego to happiness and smiles

Love and hate, they walk hand-in-hand

To usher in harmony, the stark into the sublime.