The moments taken for granted.All the years still stain the pages continually turning.So much lost in the wind come to whisper it away.
Innocence in the hearth of the purest souls is choked away by indifference and change.The butterfly becomes a Spider to stay alive
Do we ever find the light at the end of this tunnel of turmoil
Can we withstand the dying tide and can we conquer the Hurricane
We choke on the smog that stales our lungs
Fighting the other wolves to make it through