hourglass
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Under the grey clouds,
Walking alone in the rain,
Tears pouring down my face,
With each step there was pain.
People once said,
Life’s like an hourglass,
And when you reach pit bottom
Many people will just pass.
However there’s one person,
The one who’s chosen,
To heal the wounded heart,
And then your hourglass turn.
But whoever that person may be,
He has not appeared.
I’m still waiting and pondering,
If that dream would ever be real.
