The wishing well, is empty, have we used?, it up for dreams.
As we wish, upon a stare, for they are gone to, or just as well.
Have, we done all what, The Creator, has asked us for?
Has time consumed us with hate?, as well anger and pain.
Now, the fight of our lives, is here and more.
Here, I lost my wings one must walk.
The tears, that full from my face, are more than I can bear.
The pain, that I feel is anger and sorrow.
Here, it is all that I can do,is watch and listen pray.
We see all and hear all and more.




