Little Dwelling of Hope

Life is full of risks,
when you take 'em head on.
But don't you cry to me.

It's hard and I know,
but it's worth it in the end.
Just keep up your head.

So the towns ashes float,
they float away.
In the wind they float away.

What's left is what's gone,
and what's gone is what was,
what once could have been a special day.

Backdrops of your tears,
they flow like an angels waterfall.
Just dry 'em and you'll be okay.

Rain and rain,
and rain again.
That's all it ever does anymore.

Floodgates,
let them go,
and let them drown out the pain.

And when the snow starts to fall,
you'll know that you've done it right.
You'll know that you've done it right.
You always knew, you were always right.
Always right.
Always right...

Just want to comment on at least one of your latest posts, and this is my favorite. Nothing specific to say, just that I always read/feel the gifts of your talent. Keep it up PZ.

I really liked this one a lot more than the last one I commented on. Great job, I can see that you have a knack for this.