Scattered on dusty winds
Zephyrs of despair
Saddened wings of ashen crows
Grey skies
Morn the sorrow
That weighs down your heart
On lonely ground
With folded arms
And defiant whispers

Still the softness
Of your soul
Flies in circular wisdom
Sailing to new heights
Catching the breeze
Of wishing wonders
Under your arms
For that day shall come
When you smile…again