musicislyphe:

The pain of love lost

knows no restraint.

Similarly,

dreams die and

give birth to hate.

And we’re all lost souls

struggling to find the light.

Wounded birds

who’ve never known the joys of flight.

Heads held high

staring

at the blue sky, white clouds or the starry night.

Nearly blinded because they

shine so bright.

And we have not yet

felt true despair

we know not yet the meaning of fear.

So young we stand

full of hope.