Yet a Spark In This Lost Soul Still Ignites
Yet A Spark In This Lost Soul Still Ignites
Cast into barren deserts of sorrow
no real joy and no hope for tomorrow
In burning darkness and hot blasting sand
endless sad tunes from destiny's band.
Nights are so cold and without future plans
sorrow's furnace blows its misery fans
Death, your deep, clawed grasp has taken this soul
I, walking shadow, now with no life goal.
Every new dawn, hot sun bakes and defeats
this tired old beating heart with thirst it treats
Hours pass as years, I find no real relief
from deepest caverns of this epic grief.
Yet a spark in this lost soul still ignites
faith in my mind, I shall win future fights.
7-21-2017
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