In the Ashes
There is silence in this grief
There is friction in the heart
There's a mountain filled with sorrows
That tears the joys apart.
On this woesome road of life
Kissed by the fumes of pain
When not a shed or an open cover
To shelter from the rain.
But beyond a moment of grind
Is the gleaming light of hope
But its hard to see the rainbow
Beyond the roughest slope.
Woesome seas of anguish
Drifting through the wind
Crashing on the seashores
Of a life ablazed in rend.
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