Moments pass in endless prattle,
Rigid backs against the wall
Without a clue of who to turn to,
Waiting for the sky to fall.
Not one soul to lend an ear or
Seek a favor, friend or foe.
Once secure, now taught to fear for
Silent threats that come and go.
Surely, there must be an ending
To this cloak of endless night.
Flip the stone of glimmer’s fortune
That will usher in the light.
Teach me, help me to relearn
The confidence that we all knew
When flowers burst in brilliant hues again
In fields where once they grew.
Take us to that land of plenty
Where no care would dare remiss.
Waiting patiently with longing
For the phantom world of bliss.
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