Like a furnace, your eyes adorn, the dream of a tomorrow,
A dream waiting to dawn, in the wake of a morrow,
My breath within me singing a swan song, so soul stirring,
The desire to be something is so much in me burning and daring.
As a tidal wave when emotions flare up,
Rains in the form of care from afar soothen,
The wounds which still remains raw and open,
Where no eyes reach, tends to hurt, the within so deep.
Tear filled eyes in agony is a story of the past,
Clouds drift in without warning, only difference is,
It rained in drops from eyes before and now it rains as,
Hopeful water source in the barren land so vast.
A sense of despair has become the thing of past,
Life goes on just like that without a pause so fast,
Everyday, every minute, every second, life matters,
In turmoil is life, future so full of strife and in tatters.
Long past the prime, the darkness was dark blue,
When the heart breaks into two, how can there be pearls true,
Is there any ears which hears the soul stirring lament,
But I stood the ground, deep rooted and stone adamant.