FireFly
March 3rd, 2002, 10:01 PM
Sketching Tomorrow
The damage is already done,
My house is burning my home is on fire.
Everything I knew turns to black ash,
Without explanation,
I'm waiting in dire.
Left without home I sit on the street,
Pondering what day is tomorrow.
Wondering where or why I will go.
I take from my ashes a single white sheet,
From crumbled ruins it seemed to survive.
Charcoal all around me;
Steam rises from fires still live,
I sketch a better tomorrow.
As night surrounds me,
I draw black and white.
Until a figment portrait of what was forms in the light.
Until a complete picture of a better day,
I fall asleep where I lay.
Surrounded by ash,
I sketch a better tomorrow.
Colours fill my sketch, the trees all turn green,
The sky a deep blue,
The walls of my house amber and mauve,
It's all in my dreams,
With you there too.
I wake and it rains,
I've got a roof over my head and a comfortable bed.
And a sketch I drew of a better tomorrow.
The damage is already done,
My house is burning my home is on fire.
Everything I knew turns to black ash,
Without explanation,
I'm waiting in dire.
Left without home I sit on the street,
Pondering what day is tomorrow.
Wondering where or why I will go.
I take from my ashes a single white sheet,
From crumbled ruins it seemed to survive.
Charcoal all around me;
Steam rises from fires still live,
I sketch a better tomorrow.
As night surrounds me,
I draw black and white.
Until a figment portrait of what was forms in the light.
Until a complete picture of a better day,
I fall asleep where I lay.
Surrounded by ash,
I sketch a better tomorrow.
Colours fill my sketch, the trees all turn green,
The sky a deep blue,
The walls of my house amber and mauve,
It's all in my dreams,
With you there too.
I wake and it rains,
I've got a roof over my head and a comfortable bed.
And a sketch I drew of a better tomorrow.