Out of the darkness grows,
The fleeting flight of chance.
The courage to emerge once more,
And take the hand of loves final dance.
Once more she’ll dream ,of hearts so true.
Knowing all the while, she will be let down again
By the confusing insanity that swells within you.
It overflows , it spills along her hopeful path, becoming a wave,
Pulling her down,
She drowns in that darkness.
As she has in the past.
Perhaps one day, again she’ll rise.
Until then, her weary heart sleeps,
As she closes her dark, disappointed , tired eyes.