A
Touch Of A Dream
A
combination of dreams running through her mind,
Death
and destruction, a haunting of mankind.
Running
forward through the edges of the earth,
Captured
in time, a nation’s loss and rebirth.
Standing
in the rain, a deluge over her face,
Praying
for safety of the world and human race.
God
please help our country, save my soul,
For
life as we know it, has gone out of control.
A
ravaged land no room for tomorrow,
A
vast wasteland of nothing but sorrow.
It is
time. We know not the destiny we choose,
But
onward we travel, win or lose.
©
Cynthia Clark
