... my love
when shadows cast
the warmth will slowly fade.
fighting the hope built with each hour...
stomping on the newly born flower.
for each trampled petal
two more shall come back
for love is eternal
and it never, shall lack
and when the hate seems to prevail
a dove fights the wind...
bringing you another good tale,
returning the love that was held within.
and when your hope starts to grow thin
when you are battle scarred
and just want it to end.
close your eyes and take a breath
let yourself go
and for you, i will do the rest.