Sitting under the blackened sky
Praying for our world
Thinking about life
And dreaming of a world
That once was.
Like a tree in the fall
I shed my leaves,
Which are truly tears
Running down my cheeks,
As the air grows cold
And the lightning
Flashes figures from a nightmare.
Scattered across the field
I lay,
Listening to the thunder
And feel it rumble the earth,
As if it had such power
To crumble us all.
Flying through the air,
The rain soaks my clothes
As i uncontrollably sit there
Welcoming the wet and bitter chill
That's bound to settle,
Thinking about life
Dreaming about peace
And praying for an answer
That's never to come.