Visions of a life still incomplete
seen hazily through the burning heat
It's past by elusive memory distorted
While unknown tomorrows deny retreat
The blue sky imperfectly seen
Through countless leaves of green
Allows for imagined black clouds
With no trunk on which to lean
A man by choice revealed
His last oasis so long concealed
A choice that's born from trust
Taking a chance and dropping a shield
Though heard is the imploring call
No answering cry is heard at all
So bury another empty casket
For the tears that will not fall
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