Weighed up is the heart,
Growing heavy with every passing moment,
Making me drop to the ground,
Unable to hold on…

Hands search for a support,
To clench tight and never leave,
As the fingers weave,
A dance in the mid-air…

The eyes are gloomy,
Filled with tears ready to flow,
As I manage to blink it off,
And mumble a prayer…

Hope is playing a low key,
Taking its own time to get qued in,
As the other actors wait,
To save the play on this stage called Earth…