Hope is fading… Hope should be a bird, an amazing sunrise, all about youth, innocence and bravery Yet, for me, the dream was but a dream...

I’m getting older… Who am I kidding? Still living life like There’s no tomorrow With wrinkles on my neck I should want someone To love me...

That dark grey cloud swirls in the horizon It twists and moves of its own accord A flash of light stares down while the large "boom!!"...