Dried in the Sun's Beam

Lesser be the face of shame, a peaceful mind's escape.

Ample mistakes, a bounty of misguided blame.

Note to the wiser, it has been plagued of the sired.

When hope tires, the quest gently ignites the fire.

Unknown, restless, invigorated by the tides that wash our prayers aside.

Freedom rings, tragedy whistles, and all we've left, dried in the sun's beam.