Transported by silver wings of light
And hope upon a sea of bitter despair
And empty broken dreams that lay
Dashed upon the cruel rocks of truth

A flower in the darkness
A hand beyond the grave
A song before the silence
Of a dream I cannot save

My eyes have seen a million things
The cruelty, hatred and love that dwell
Side by side within a single drop of truth
Concealed inside my silent vision of hell

I blankly gaze, imagining all the things
That could have been, and then I must
return to the harshness of cold reality's
daylight in the midst of darkness
knowing it's never really meant to be

© abracad 2003