Can Their

Can their be a heaven while your in my Hell? Can their be a chorus in waiting through smell? Can their be a flicker of hesitation amidst the pain? Can their be any silence lest of course I refrain; A window with children outside playing a game, A shoulder to cry out in the pouring rain... The silence; Amidst a shadow torn in shutters peak, Something to taunt though even the weak? Can their be a host of angels in disguise? To hide behind the inner pain of falsehood & compromise; Chased dreams from your hair my pretty child prove the day/ Out of sadness nestled in the mere fabric of desolation Provoked to tears will feed all fears divorced for many years., In pillage turned to dust, Can their be gold in them hills Now whom do you trust? Can their be an alternative out of heaven & Hell., Today, I have a great story to tell, Out of sadness a slight bitterness; Shades of pain leading to its demise in torment Shades of trees polished amidst its brightened decorum Eternity Can their be ?