Thoughts of life

the unfound beauty
covered in sheets of dust
falling away
covered with parts
of things left undone
things that will never pass these lips

like the greys of yesterday
today will be covered in blood
of all the enemy's the saw me then

loves lost dreams
float aimlessly away
falling away into the mouth of sorrys
will we ever be complete?

with hands held tight
and nowhere to go
we lost ourselves in a lovely show
of fears and doubts
dying and being born again.

as sorrows pass
from one to another
time waits for no man
things we do today shape
yesterday waiting for the days
to melt into one