5Just 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