I lift my head in thought,
While lifting my hands to pray,
Being in total distraught,
Over what happened before.
Crashing my last hope,
Right after it began to soar,
I felt like such a dope,
For letting my last hope drift,
Away from me without trying hard.
Causing a large rift,
And now I will be forever scarred,
By what has begun to start,
To tear my last hope apart.
Crystal Hayes 2002
