The Genuine Legacy

A tree, bright and tall Hope deferred before the fall Slowly but surely the call is dead Look up! The sky bleeds red How can this be? Obliviously and ignored She closes her eyes and counts to four The dark revealed in a blink of an eye A shadow disappeared screaming, "she tried!" Uncertainty is present for those who wait Her question still lingers, "Is this my fate?" Their backs against the wall as they connive How can they stand against the divide? With one last breath she ponders For all these years, her heart wanders A tree, faded and tall Her voice was heard after all