we couldn't help but hope for the best.
Of angels and dreams afar,
and even though we count every star,
nothing will be the same.
All of the games we used to play,
on a gloomy rainy day,
could never save us from this fate,
nor shield us from the growing hate,
all we can do is hide.
The love that we have found and lost,
are just like a morning frost.
As we sink lower into the dark abyss
we know something is amiss,
but soon our world grows dark.
Evils shatters the evening air,
as people start to stare,
the rain has gone,
but not for long,
as we are soon found out.
Death is coming near,
we try to shed a tear,
but guilt has left us on the tide,
We wish for them to abide,
with us until our final breath.
Our death shall be a joy,
for them to employ,
but what it was cost,
was not lost,
on thier saddened faces.
After this I do not know,
if this will be our final low,
as we are judged in front of many.
We were not worth a penny,
as we were laid to rest.
