Thursday, September 30, 2010

One Last Chance

Grey was the world that survived
Through a pair of colored glasses,
With wrinkled thoughts, bland emotions,
With numbness in a world of chaos.

The victory of a tired mind
Against a broken heart,
The victory deprived of a comrade;
Oh! A victory so futile!

Groping hands in the darkness
Startled by a soothing touch;
The healing touch of life it was,
The touch that cured a wounded soul!

The answer to a thousand questions,
The truth beyond all lies,
The calmness amidst a storm,
The faith in spite of letting go.

While broken pieces join
With the strength of hope renewed,
Footsteps bold with every second,
As love shines in noble hearts.

One last beckon to childlike innocence,
One last visit to the land of dreams,
One last belief in unsaid words,
One last chance of life before death.