Buried,
I feel the weight of the cold dirt,
It was a bait of bold hearts,
To deal in fate and in hurt,
That sent shivers to all my parts.
Buried,
I smell the stench of death,
The bell tolls with each breath,
I claw the earth, gasping for air,
As darkness draws me into it’s deep lair.
Free,
My hand reaches out of that cold soil,
The light of day, I feel it on my hand,
The sun\'s warmth so intense, a relief for my toil,
A great reward as I found my way back to land.
Free,
The surface had such a bright glow,
I forgot all about the dark of the night before,
The light struck a brilliant blow,
Such of which brought darkness to the floor.
Hope prevails as it always will forevermore,
The future will hold its lore,
I will keep my life deep in my core,
For how can I live if I don\'t soar.
Hope,
For that is the brightest light,
Even in shade, hope casts away the dark.