No More

No More By Adam Becker Weary they grow when day turns to night. Their Dreams they have died which once they took flight. They have toiled and labored yet brought to shame. They are many yet have no name. Their sorrows flow like a river with no end. They lost their hope thine only friend. The sky, it remains, the sun still shines. Gives light to their tombs, their fallen shrines. An army surrounds them, their mind at war. They will be conquered; they strive no more. The fields are marked where the dead they lay. They have cried out for mercy, no longer they pray. What have we here now? What do we find? Life can be cruel, so cold and unkind. But life can be resurrected, the dead come to life. To shake off the ashes, to brush off the strife. Look to the light and grab hold of hope. Arise from your slumber, take hold of the rope. Dreams can live again where once they were dead. Look to the heavens, raise up your head. You are greater than broken, greater than despair. You still have a future, and your heart will repair. When life tries to break you, let out a great cry. No more will life conquer, no more will I die!