In the darkness of the night admist silence
He lies in quiet desperation in hopes that a falling star will shine its light of mercy upon his broken dream,
It was the high of love that didn't last
The chaotic fluster of emotion drifting from his thoughts, through his veins and into his bleeding heart,
As tears of innocence softly caress his cheek
Falling behind time, upon the candles flames in attempt to dim the fires bright passion,
Reflecting the anger behind a missing kiss, the shadows behind a series of laughter face to face.
Now in a solitude of darkness, with only the glimmer of the moon sneaking through a window
And a flicker of the candle's last light,
A calming fills his soul, like a tree that grows and stands alone,
Strong and mighty against the battles of thunderstorms and fierce winds
A thing of natural ugliness
A piece of art when the sun shines its rays through his falling leaves,
Even in the darkness of night the moon start to fade away...
Day after day, alone, tall and strong but
People will see him; an uglyl tree of failed dreams.
