Dust to dust,
Ashes to ashes,
My touch knows crumbles what I hold dear.
Standing at the crossroads,
I can see no light,
No ray of hope.

I have tried hard,
I have tried to love, feel,
And yet I have the world’s weight upon my shoulders.
Unlike Atlas I feel as though I will not be able to hold for an eternity.

My heart cries out,
It knows and yearns for love,
But my hands reduce everything to ashes and dust.
I cannot help but wonder,
Is this the right thing to do?
To try and grow the flowers till the day the sun comes,
Or must I move to down another path.

Yet the paths hold darkness for me,
Death beckons me with his white skeletal fingers,
Solitude holds ever deafening silence.

There is no light,
I see it not and my heart aches each time I think of you.
Surely there is must be path with light,
One where my heart will be pain anymore,
Where my darkness is chased away by the love you hold for me.

Hope is surely I must fight for now,
To battle the darkness in my heart,
I must grasp it.
And yet if I do, will crumbling before and send me falling into darkness.

Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.