To Carry On

It rains here all the time,
as feet become wet and hearts grow weary,
into crowded corridors,
haunted by dreams of another,
a tired body carries on.

With no end in sight or a beginning to remember,
she's exists between the pages
of other peoples lives,
left to feel but not to be felt,
a lonely soul carries on.

A beautiful face turns the heart to stone,
his sweet eyes see nothing
but the specter she's become,
poisoned by an impossible desire,
a broken heart carries on.

God ponders her question each and every night,
but he knows that the answer
is not one she wants to hear,
turning a blind eye in silence,
a dying faith carries on.

It rains here all the time,
as a beaten soul gives up the ghost,
the most beautiful tear is shed
for what could have been,
a memory fades away.