Uncompleted

©Alexander Nichols 2019

I look upon them and I know
Their hopes and dreams in the wind will blow
Tattered hearts and hurting souls
Tomorrow's always put on hold

The matter of their dreams and hopes
Hang loosely in the hands of
The hangman’s rope

As I watch from the tower above
I see things through the eyes of a dove
It once used to cling and hope and try
Then I let go and learned to fly

All that hope and trying
All my fiends left alone and crying
Or maybe in the future of this game
Who knows who will be left to blame

The matter of their dreams and hopes
Hang loosely in the hands of
The hangman’s rope

I look upon them
I do not envy them
I do not wish to become them
Their lives and hopes
Hangs loosely in the hands
Of the hangman’s rope