Poetry

Life's Conditions

written by: Ithilgalad

In order for there to be freedom,
There must, too, be sacrifice.
In order for there to be respect,
There must be a touch of fear.
In order for there to be music,
There must be a soul willing.
In order for there to be passion,
There must be desperate tears.

In order for there to be reason,
There must be a cunning mind.
In order for there to be redemption,
There must be something lost.
In order for there to be light,
There must first be dark.
In order for there to be peace,
There must first be utter chaos.

In order for there to be silence,
You must first succumb to the screaming.
In order for you to let go,
You must first grieve.
In order for us to fly,
We must first be willing to fall.
In order for life to repair itself,
You must first believe.