The fire in these eye's, <br />with all the truth behind the lies. <br />All the feelings never ending, <br />when you say my dreams can fly. <br /> <br />Shot down when running, <br />pushed over when in flight. <br />The dreams, they never make it, <br />when they are so far out of sight. <br /> <br />Blinded when looking, <br />the senses are no more. <br />When the sound of nothing scares you, <br />and your too weak and to sore. <br /> <br />What is left to come, <br />when there is nothing left to bare, <br />and well, what is left of us, <br />when their is no-one left to care?<br /><br />Ryan Nigh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/4-8-10/
