An hour yet to come~

I see how trapped can we become

 

In our actions, day - by - day

 

In reflections of our troubles past

 

And in future rumination

 

we travel far from our home

 

Into a land of hopes and dreams

 

And from them fear and lonely longing seem

 

to melt from future into present being

 

Like the ice in our hearts

 

warmed by others at long last

 

and so do our troubles leave us

 

to haunt this house of momentary peace

 

In the hours yet to come