For demoralised souls

.. But special for you ..

Shriveled leaves
Casted away by the winds
How pleasant it deceives
The ending it rescinds

Withering skies
Traverse the ever light of life
Like a person in disguise
living a life full of strife

Souless beings on the ground
Some begging for mercy
Hoped to be found
Hoped for democracy

Strong waves with merciless attacks
Filling empty ever-drying cracks
Which on the floor near the sea
reaching some who cried out in plea

But no one knew
a hero within
it's something they have to do
To create a spark, letting the fire burn
to let it begin

Because no one knows
In the motionless; stillness
There a little spark of hope glows
In its weariness.