Silver

Slides between skin,
eyes open wide,
oh, the pain.
Where does it end?

Oh, the magic--
of foregin lands,
of tides awashing shores.

Oh the horror--
the death, the destruction.
The pain the suffering;
for every good there is a bad--
Isn't there?

Ah, but there is the silver--
barely a sliver--
but still there it is!

A glimmer of hope,
an end to this maddness,
oh, glory be,
for I see a sliver of
Silver,
hope is not lost,
dreams can go
on.