The sun sets, slowly, across the horizon
Pitiful tears shed; they shed but give no meaning.
Lamenting tear futile for its worth,
Consumed by fear of the dark, that hovers not too far.
Another tear sacrificed, but in vain
And yet another, volunteers to do the same,
Their fall shed no light upon the blackened sky,
But calms the restless heart that’s gripped in pain.
As moisture on the cheeks disappear
A silver lining of hope collides with my soul.
A mechanism long considered for granted
Tonight, once again, proves it prominence.
The road is long; there are, even still, rougher roads
But this hope I carry, in your remembrance;
My lovely tears,
Your sacrifices will not go in vein.