Just a girl, in a far away place called her mind. |
A glimmer of hope
against a setting sun...
Looking at the picture
of broken bodies littering the street...
One day, you'll look in the mirror
and see my broken reflection...
Touch the shadows of tomorrow
with withered dreams of hope...
Dull throbbing of an old wound
Slowly hidden by the decay of time...
Even when it seems all hope is lost, and nothing can change your misfortune, there still is a glimmer of hope if you only have the faith to believe you can make a difference |
With every breath of life we take we draw closer to the relm of the dead |