I Would Live

I Would Live

One time I was sitting still

With furrowed brow under the sky,

Upon a short but sturdy hill

The stars, I asked, “What good am I?”

I sat there looking up so long,

I sat there trying not to cry

With me I thought, so much is wrong,

I cannot see a purpose why.

I thought of people that I see

And everyone that I pass by,

I thought, my goodness, could it be

That everyone struggles as I?

Before I knew it, stars were gone,

The sun was shining through the trees

To me the morning sang a song,

It rode upon the morning breeze.

My eyes were tired, time to sleep?

No, the day had just begun,

That’s when I started to weep

As soon as I beheld the Sun.

And then a truth flit on my mind,

That there is no end, e’en after death,

And that if I slept I wouldn’t find

Upon that hill my needed rest.

I knew that sorrows, yes were mine,

But my soul to death would never give,

And that as the stars so humbly shine

I knew I’d never die, but forever rather, I would live.

-Jacob Winterfeldt