Swept up in the rain
(All blank and pained)
Footsteps echoing
Out in the alleyways
(Crumpled and bleeding)
So much to overcome
So much to believe
To little faith to put in
To little hope to feed
Chin lifted to the sun
(All cracked and cold)
Tears evaporating
Out liquid pathways
(Scarred and empty)
So much corruption
To much hatred<
To little prayers said
So few hopes fed
Swallowing down
Everything offered
So trusting
(It will be allright)
Wrapped up in the cool of the sun
Burned by the dry waters run
Sweet dreams pressing in the back of closed lids
Bitter memories coaxing those lids back to life
So much to overcome, to believe
No faith left to give, no hope waiting in the wings
So whisper those prayers, maybe someone’s listening
And tomorrow will bring answers on feathery tips
(Leathery lips, what more truth can be told?)
Just sit on back and behold, let the rain wash down
All those left in the dark, (place on back that spark)
So much emptiness left within, to little left to fill
The essence of this, the essence of everything
To just want and wish, that all will turn out
Perfectly
To bend and break to the whim of those winds
And let the peace bury itself so deep
That all else is lost within,
Within these walls the calm will seep
Until the lines are blurred, and hope returns