sweat, blood
and conscience
the melting pot
stir it up
mix it in
believe, begin
never to be visited again
the fading dreams
of our youth
a frigid darkness
burrows into
the heart of sorrow
what is it
to wait in the shadows
tomorrow knows
lost in transit
as the past
trickles on to the future
then the
ice melts
and so it goes
where faith lay
whatsoever
thereafter