squandered years

How do we tell the sky that

Our hopes have lost their flight?

How do we tell the stars that

Their light can't guide our night?

How do we tell the moon that

Its company can't soothe the pain?

How do we tell the night that

Our fears still remain ?

How do we tell the dawn that

Its promises feel untrue?

How do we tell the day that

Our strength is waning away too?

How do we tell the dusk that

We dread the fading luck ?

How do we tell the breeze that

Our whispered secrets make us stuck?

How do we tell the wind that

It echoes our despair?

How do we tell the storm that

We're battered beyond repair?

How do we tell the lightning

Our spark has gone astray?

How do we tell the thunder

What our voices can't convey?

How do we tell the horizon

It's blurred beyond our sight?

How do we tell the tide that

We've lost our will to fight?

How do we tell the wave that

Our strength is nearing its end?

How do we tell the sea that

We're drowning on land ?

How do we tell the shore that

We don't know where to stand?

How do we tell the sand that

Time is slipping through our hands?

How do we tell the land that

Our dreams have turned to sand?

How do we tell the trees that

We need an unwavering stand?

How do we tell the forest

We've strayed from nature's path?

How do we tell the river

We're full of tears of wrath?

How do we tell the mountain

We can't surmount our fears?

How do we tell the earth that

We've squandered our years?

How do we tell the hand that

It grasps fading dreams?

How do we tell the heart that

Hope's not as it seems?

How do we tell the soul that

It's loosing its inner voice ?

How do we tell the fire

Our flame now lacks its poise ?

How do we tell the air that

We can't breathe anymore?

How do we tell the snow that

We're frozen to the core?

How do we tell the glace

Our warmth has turned to ice?

How do we tell ourselves that

We must pay nature's price?