Alone

Transendence temporary
as life cycles change
everything should be different
yet nothing it seems has changed
For a moment I felt happy.
My soul laid out so bare
I could trust life not to hurt me
I could trust life to be fair
Had I learned nothing
I’d climb so far and fall
when I wrapped my hands around it
I stood to loose it all.
Faith has no substance
the cost is way to high
I’ve seen both your faces
and watched the flowers die
I ask the night a question
Is there any way to win?
Silence was my answer
and alone I stand again.