Post by Isamina on Jun 20, 2010 15:18:08 GMT -5
“What May Come”
Dusk has fallen and the day is now done
Golden clouds make the sky disappear
When the sun has set, the night has begun
Sound of swaying trees is all that I hear
Who can tell me what may lie in the day ahead,
Will my hopes burn brighter in the day anew?
Which path of decaying grass will I tread?
Might there be a time when I know what to do?
Pray tell what may happen on the morrow,
All I hope for becomes a dying dream,
There will be naught but heartache and sorrow,
And a grueling grief may be the end of me
Now the sun has laid down it's head to rest
Dusk has fallen, and so begins the test
Dusk has fallen and the day is now done
Golden clouds make the sky disappear
When the sun has set, the night has begun
Sound of swaying trees is all that I hear
Who can tell me what may lie in the day ahead,
Will my hopes burn brighter in the day anew?
Which path of decaying grass will I tread?
Might there be a time when I know what to do?
Pray tell what may happen on the morrow,
All I hope for becomes a dying dream,
There will be naught but heartache and sorrow,
And a grueling grief may be the end of me
Now the sun has laid down it's head to rest
Dusk has fallen, and so begins the test
