The rain came and washed away the land from beneath our feet.
The tiny plants gathering grasp with every might they possess.
Two seeds lay where they rest.
Alone and rain that pours, god is now their garden keeper.
And alas when they sprout, my hope will be there.
How does one harden a heart when it refuses
Close the blinds, morning light is to thick and hard to bare
a love shot lady put at gunpoint in the desert air
every good thing in the world calls for an end
lost in time.
yet, my hope is still there.
my love does not unravel.
my hope is still there.
please dont stray.
and i pray that your hope will be there.
-May 4, 2011