The Realm of Faith

Just beyond poetic nothingness

Past the end and into my soul

Where children will play and laughter will grow

And where it all can never be known

To the place where fairies fly

And old men eat apple pie

Across the lake

And out to sea

Where everything is but a seed

Starting out small but willing to grow

To change and adapt

Then let their light show

Beyond the horizon of bittersweet hopes

Past the crevice of forgotten dreams

And into the fog of dying innocence

Is where the people preside upon their lives

Where all is lost and nothing is won

Where the pain and sorrow has only begun

For the lost lives of a dying people

Is societies loss upon a wooden steeple

Engrossed in a lie but willing to die

With a cross at its heart

These people have fallen apart