Behind is desolation
Summer sun soothes the soul
The band plays songs of old
Wine quiets the mind
And Tomorrow has its own time
Lost love will be found
The world goes round and round
And God will provide
Love is lost
Faith comes at a cost
Anger is a drain
Exhaustion is all that remains
The end inevitable?
Fate unalterable?
Too tired to care
Condemned for the sacrifices one has made,
by demands insatiable
I search for that which I cannot find
I am denied and cast aside
What is not, cannot be
What is, always was
Destruction is its own demise
I will survive.
Photo by Markus Spiske