Why miss what my hands should hold
A story never under told
Of hands let go and gone away
With luck to be returned one day
Near future, far from what eyes see
But ever holding close to me
And all that time could make bitter of a better man.
The city streets are paved with gold
But only lonely bricks behold
A value held more dear than life
When without life nothing is valued.
The morning light
A darkness grows
So loud and noisy
Beauty goes.
Once golden streets, an inferno
Bursting, every breathing moment passing
With a single hope
Uncertain of what I'm standing for
I might just lay down on the floor
For the shimmer I'd not know without it
Now seems dim within.