When the grass withers in the open field;
a flower drowns in the powering rain.
The new day has lost hope;
no satisfaction can be found.
A dream does not live on,
all the wishes are swept away.
We bury ourselves without roots;
the ground is dry beneath us.
The love we feel is absent,
the worry we have is gone.
The hope lies in knowing the end;
our fate is inescapable.
The pain is expected and foreseen;
but the the passion lacks in the help received.
Though a joy might be lost in the battles we face,
a dream keeps us living.
Created: Aug 01, 2010Document Media