Hope

A spirit drives into me
Hurling my body back
Like six feet of soil forcing the air from my chest
A fire rains from the sky
Wrath laying waste to the land
The earth swallows structure and buries, still gasping, the man

A hand reaches out to me
Willing my fingers to grow
Alas, my eyes can't help but close

Daylight taken by dusk
Twilight blankets the world
Terror consumes me as vision's reduced to a blur
Every thought occupying my head
Another cinch of the rope
Crashing through my chest, a bullet fashioned of hope

A hand reaches out to me
Willing my fingers to grow
Alas, my eyes can't help but close

I'm easily carried away
If she utters a word, I am touched by her curse
Never again led astray
But the tone of her voice gets distorted by noise
Made solely within my own head
Now the look in her eyes is defiled by surprise
And my blood is replaced with regret



Credits
Writer(s): Michael George Silverman, Robert John Silverman
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