Whenever it rains, <br />i wish for it to pass without drowning what weak. <br />And it remains, <br />my only hope and the only desire i will ever seek. <br />Some times you need the dream to grow, <br />and become strong enough to withstand all. <br />If it hurts so much to keep and i know, <br />that i can't prevent, and i will watch it fall. <br />But before it falls and before it dies, <br />i've been meaning to draw some words. <br />For my dream's sake my heart cries, <br />and for it's loss, crash down my worlds. <br />My words my not bring it back alive, <br />but some how it deserves to be aware. <br />That i've died and fought for it to survive, <br />that i, among all, breathe because i care. <br />But i can care and nourish and love, <br />i can die for the sake of this dream coming true. <br />Still, i'm not strong enough, <br />to prevent rains falling or wind coming through. <br />And if it died from the first fight, <br />then maybe it wasn't meant to be born. <br />I've given all the strength in me tonight, <br />and still willing to give it out each morn. <br />But it's not just it that is weakned now, <br />i'm also losing the reason i have to be living. <br />Feeling astray and shattered some how, <br />when nothing's in my hands to be giving. <br />It's different entirely, that i say, <br />but what if all is the same and still i'll end up alone. <br />I'm losing my hope each day, <br />but i won't lose the place of it's grave's stone...<br /><br />Eman Awad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-poem-really-hides-another-truth/
