The worlds collide
The days are dark
Awaiting a spark of light that will never come.
Silence prevails on the streets
Not a laugh is heard
Things have gone out of hand, they've taken the wrong turn.
A bell rings just around the corner
Signalling for the oncoming agony
A boy hugs his mother who loves him dearly.
The wave will rush by
Things will be shook
But after that is when it comes
That will pin them by the hook.
It's the anticipation
The waiting for tomorrow
The conjured thoughts that kill us
Because we won't know.
Wrong we have comitted
But good we have done
We cannot lie and await
For the sun to come.
The little girl shakes her curls
She hums to a favourite tune
She's not worried about that dagger
That only time will loom.
He cries harder and harder
He fears he'll let go
His neighbourhood is silent
He's numb in the snow.
While she sits at the windowsill
Imagining of rainbows with gold in tow
She's that spark which will ignite the fire
The last in the race who has a desire
To live,to laugh, to love
She's the last standing
While the others have gone long down below...
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A/N: To not letting the probabilities of tomorrow getting the best of us. For that guiding light which WILL come in the depths of your despair....to holding onto HOPE when everybody around you has given up.
Let not the darkness bite you...
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