Something is on my mind,
and it is a dream i planned out for you,
and i know it wasn't what you wanted.
But you must earn the ransom,
like an angel closes her eyes;
spilling tears over the brim of all secrets.
Over a tomorrow that is crippled for life,
and maybe the choice is yours:
A denial i do not mind.
gregory collins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daughters-of-light/
