Hope that's yet to bloom- Off the top of my head...been a while
Hope that's yet to bloom
Prosperity; It's bare to me
It's a worn heart; and skidded knees
It's the brush off from reality
It's the vivid loathing; the darkness I see
The stitched up fragment of my memory
I'm crafted with bone; a pure design
A fractured hope composed of time
The clock ticks with a rigid rhyme
Caught by the empty thoughts of mine
A still of words held in the air;
You know them as a simple prayer
I know them as salvation's hand
When it seemed simply like a time to go.
Hope has a way of linking deep
A gentle touch embraced with sleep
A lullaby never meant so much
Because waking up meant feeling more
It's these times; we soon expire
Becoming fuel to damaged fire
Cause as hopes slowly consume
We're left as hope that's yet to bloom
