Like teardrops on withered leaves

There are times
When the world moves on with­out us
Where we stand in sus­pended despair
On the banks of sor­row
Where our lone­li­ness
Is like a frozen prison
And our des­per­ate cries
Fall like teardrops on with­ered leaves
Float­ing in the sea of sadness

When all strength has faded
And the chasm before you is gap­ing wide
Then remem­ber that the flame of hope
Only needs a lit­tle spark from your heart
And the warmth of the sun
Will melt the shack­les of darkness

You are not alone
There is always one true friend
Wait­ing to carry you on

© Thorsten Becker

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