In
the hour of trial
lingering
between fear and hopes
I
find myself not alone
for
the challenge is how we cope
I
thought of violent thunder
mounting
in the lieu of my dreams
I
found my expectations
were
ill placed with thoughtless means.
I
am always full of wonder
yet
my heart is consumed by fear
how
do I reach beyond myself
while
I'm stirring ancient tears
I
walk the only paths I know
so
why do I constantly judge myself
will
I put my soul on trial
whenever
my fears are felt
then
what would I call justice
living
with this estranged heart
that
has been so very merciless
convicting
from the start
or
could I look beyond
could
I seek the stars
perhaps
destiny would free me
from
my world of prison bars.
but
what if those same stars
did
know my heart too well
both
hopes and fears would scream
if
destiny did prevail
Rainbough
Bouchard
copyright
1998