Seeds Of Hate

Lost upon a little wind My dream has blown away, Lost another and again My dream has gone away I don't remember Too much sunshine, There was always rain. I don't remember How to win, But I always played the game. It's hatred most That I fear inside, Another fear, another lie. The answers, they seem To create the tears. A river of salt, Throughout the years. Alone without people, And always a crowd With everyone praying, And always too loud. Creeping away, I knell by the tree, With hatred for the one Who planted the seeds.