Along the Way

On the edge of a New Dawn,

I fear we've lost our way.

Our souls are not quite broken

but certainly charred and grey.

We've slashed and stabbed every enemy,

every obstacle in our way.

But in the process our innocence, our happiness,

was the price we had to pay.

The Light, the Dawn, of so often we have spoken,

our eyes will never see.

The children of tomorrow, the Dawn it shines for they

Our tears, our blood, our struggle,

we only paved the way...


Poetry