War of hearts
Through dust and smoke and ash,
remnants of a broken life appear.
Through lust and love, we wash
the smokey sin away.
Is it possible to dream after
the war of hearts?
Is it so strange that laughter
seems to lie nightmares beyond?
If there's hope after the fall,
there must be a way to lose it all.
If there's dreams after the day,
then maybe the nightmares will stay
away.
- S.C. Nijland
