Sometimes when the alive ones are too busy to lend an ear, it's the fallen that you turn to...
'The last hope' In search of thee, I wander alone, The light I see, Once brightly shone. I beg to thee, The past to atone, To make me free, Many-a-loss I bemoan. The misty eyes, A yearning stare, The hushed cries, speak of despair, An emptiness rise, That doesnot spare, Neither daft nor wise, Nor those that dare. The morning sun, Illuminates the grave, A mourning son, Struggles to be brave, The night not won, The night of slave, Reminiscent of the fallen, The last hope He gave. -ashay(19th,aug,2k11, 0231 hours)
