A Time For Hope

I am not what is seen I hold in the deeper things My heart holds his strong lock and key And pitiful regret chiefly sings. The sun is yet to be realized And the moon is only a shadow I am what night constructs In the stolen hope of a broken tomorrow. I fight and I toss into calamity Realized emotions that go untamed My soul sown together in ugly fashion And left unnamed. What is all of this for? With only empty worth I look into the torn open sky For new idea’s birth. I will strongly await my delivery of peace And I may learn how to be scrupulous. The risk upon an independent prayer Does so yield a soul renewed and victorious.