Voices drift in from the endless night
Telling you they long to see the light
You whisper to them don't give up the fight
one day they to will have the gift of sight
Though answers are near there tied down by hate
But when they arrive you forget that there late
Though it seems sometimes it's controlled by fate
You will never forget the thoughts they create
As the soft voices turn to howls of dispair
The damage its done you can never repair
You desperatly long for someone to care
As you call into the night, it just isn't fair
Liam Hughes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/illusions-of-hope/
