All along we amble along

Hope  slowly fleeting

Knelt  down at the foot of the shrine

With our hands full of seeds clasped tightly

This garden will never grow

It  will only flood

Soaking  in a stagnant body of water

Breeding mosquitoes to feed off our poisoned blood

Shallow  roots

Rotted branches

Petals wilted black

We lay beneath a weeping moon

With  the sound of a concealed war ringing in our ears

No sights to treat our sore eyes

Stretched thin between frailty and grievance

This is who we are and what we've become

Dreamless

Disheartened

This is who we are and what we've become

Left waiting for the sun to rise