April 1, 2014, 9:42 PM
And the candle was lost,
The one at the end of the tunnel,
That provided hope,
A reason to make it back,
To be seen and to see again.
Put out with no warning,
Too far away to know why,
And no hopes of finding it again,
As it might not be there anymore.
Listening to the gunfire,
The thunder across the sky,
Wind howling as the rain pours down,
The sounds to fall asleep to.
The lightning,
The smoke,
The moonless night,
No room left for a silver lining.
Sleepless nights,
And long days,
Pay their dues,
To a worn out body and mind.
Someday,
One day,
Maybe,
Re-lit.
The one at the end of the tunnel,
That provided hope,
A reason to make it back,
To be seen and to see again.
Put out with no warning,
Too far away to know why,
And no hopes of finding it again,
As it might not be there anymore.
Listening to the gunfire,
The thunder across the sky,
Wind howling as the rain pours down,
The sounds to fall asleep to.
The lightning,
The smoke,
The moonless night,
No room left for a silver lining.
Sleepless nights,
And long days,
Pay their dues,
To a worn out body and mind.
Someday,
One day,
Maybe,
Re-lit.
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