In the End

What good is life without hope
Seen through your eyes memories alone
What use is world to be lost
To learn and grow then torn apart

Struck by the horror hopeless and alone
Desperately wishing we are sown

All of the things loved and cherished
Depended upon soon gone
Senses and thoughts Humor and deceit
In the end we cease

Struck by the horror hopeless and alone
Desperately wishing we are sown