Defeated, she reaches out to the world
Calling for help to fight whats's unfurled
With her arms tied in knots and her lips sealed so tight
She stands so alone, flooding tears as she fights
Her weapons are useless. She's armored in vain
Despite her fatigue, she ignores all the pain
The sun has long set on the fields of her dreams
Her eyes have grown blank. No sparkles or gleams
Yet, strongly she stands in hopes she'll regain
That glimmer of hope for the exiting train
To the lands where the skies aren't rotted and gray
Where the ocean's calm breeze brings solace each day
Where the birds sing sweet songs of freedom's soft lore
And the waterfalls merrily continue to pour
Yes, during this battle she holds out her hands
Envisioning the feel of these distant lands
Her heart beating fast as she closes her eyes
Knowing that, without hope, this young dreamer dies
Chris Townsend
May 22 1999
