Through the bright lenses of my tear stained eyes, <br />Saw the sun; as it sinks and behind the horizon dies… <br />And in one of the corners of my mind’s foreign skies, <br />I saw my ghost; crawling out of the past and all its lies… <br /> <br />In the middle of nowhere, it suddenly wishes to make a stand, <br />Holding the last seed of trust, so tightly in his trembling hand, <br />He wants to plant it deep down below; but you know where? <br />For the final chance which was given, was fatal; he was aware… <br /> <br />Will it grow my Lord? <br />He was praying, <br />Will it endure my Lord? <br />He was praying, <br />Will she forgive me, my Lord? <br />He was praying, <br />Will she pray for me, my Lord? <br />Yes I'm praying... <br />Lord I know she had always prayed, <br />Drops of holy water on his image sprayed, <br />Yes, she cared and on him she was afraid... <br />But now the seed is planted, <br />And our Lord has blessed it, <br />It will grow and grow, <br />And she will know... <br />As time will flow, <br />Yes, she will...know! ! !<br /><br />jimmy zepp<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-last-seed-of-trust/
