The voices

 

A strange voice is heard from a distance,

 it's the voice of the most hurt among them

Strange songs are heard by the lakeside,

 songs of souls begging for one more chance

Cold winds blow over the clear waters,

 winds of sorrow mourning the lost dreams; dreams of all who've drowned in the waters

The waters slap the rocks with utmost strength, strengths from their devastated souls

They beg for mercy

They beseech for pardon 

but the waters (being so heartless) drags them back in,

to weep, wail and suffer till end of time...

We only hope they find peace in there new home

We only hope they accept the new norm....

© amimoh