The stars of the present shimmer
through the dark depths of tomorrow
I ask myself why
The tree bends with impending sorrow
Another young girl dies
Thoughts long forgotten to the mind
Haunt the soul in bitter agony
What is it I hope to find
Within the chasm of echoed harmony
Crested jewels of self worth defying
As pure as the clear eyes of the newborn
Burning up with ignorant flying
Crowd with guilty silent scorn
(2003)
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