There's so much more in between
the echo-ings of the past
The watchers warnings, foreseen,

were left and buried, intact.
Then not caring, Unseen
The Impact, the Impact

Forewarnings of the past
where colors fade to gray, to gray.
The scar's unnoticed, and wounds will go Unseen
Still aching, questioning everything
It's time now to believe

© LC 2008

Comments