Hurts alone
Sitting quietly
Wondering of what went wrong
Trying to find the answer
Looking for a sign of hope
When will it come
Please let it come
I beg you

it slips through my fingers
like grains of sand
forcing itself to move further on
not caring for the humans need
or stopping to help them heal
instead it is a murderer
destroying lives
and killing the innocent
what a heartless beast it is

I remember
when i was young
and life was just a dream

i loved the simple things it had
like the vivid outlook on life itself
which wasn't all that bad

Is my love for you
An old dream
A weird thought
A drowned memory
Cold realism

What is a symbol
It's a dream of a wonderer
It's the hopes of many
It's my thought put on paper
Or typed in a computer
A symbol is a life
Created by us
The believers of something

my written letter
sign, sealed, and folded neatly
and given to you