Friday, April 27, 2007

Storm

Strom

The sand swirls in a furry against her face
No one around to help her
So she falls to the ground
And the sand gathers

Will she ever be found in this world
Everyone is disillusioned
Always looking up toward to heavens
Their eyes on false hopes
Blinded by bright lights
No one ever seems to be digging
trying to find what really matters