Gaze upon this desolate land Beautiful souls that cannot stand
Once they flourished but now they don’t Open up, no they won’t
Choices made have taken their toll
Like a broken wheel, that cannot roll
The tornado, with it’s wicked sound Blows the debris all around
Out of control there is no hope
Falling down this slippery slope
A rose’s beauty that’s passed it’s time The pedals have wilted and fallen
Walls have been erected for a safe place to hide
Behind these walls, it is safe to reside
Opportunities go to waste
Dismissed in a terrible haste
Let them be and you will see
Once again how beautiful they can be.