Will It?

Will the rain wash away-

the ash of today?

Water reflects the land-

that's fragile like sand.

Do you really understand?

Will the promise of tomorrow,

keep the world from sorrow?

Or must we continue to borrow,

from what isn't ours?

All of the days short hours,

will be gone in the blink of an eye. 

Soon the moon, will be high in the sky.