Passively staring towards the sky, Alone in thoughts of one she loved, The same route past the abandoned cars, Dirt,weeds and dreams left as broken bottles.
Always stopping by a daisy alone,thriving, In a city and world devoid of any hope, Remembering the screams,sirens,then death, The burial,dirt thrown on her only joy in life.
Sighing she goes about the days dazed, Lifeless hours turning into months then years, Despair,still walking the same route searching, Only weeds,broken bottles,dirt and a daisy alone.
Resigned to looking at the sky,tears not helping, The soil is too acrid to hold,when it grows fear, Our fears of never again seeing who we lost, Fiddlers worn out from playing "Lost Hope".
Over and over the tune plays as drunks laugh, As those lost smile unaware of the joke we inhabit, Useless dreams turn to petty schemes as flowers wither, Not a damn glitter in this Hell we dearly hold on to.
Hold me God,show me you exist without a twist, Without making me suffer,take me home to love, My dear child is above waiting for me for too long, Let me hug her tight singing her favorite song.
Sighing to the sky,walking the usual route,searching still, Stops by the flower,the only one in this barren waste, A daisy,she knells,enjoying the fragrant scent smiling, She now realizes what her long journey was for.
Gently digging the daisy up she feels hope again, Gazing into the sky she cries,tears of joy finally, Thank you God for showing me how no one ever leaves, With that said she took home her only love in life.
