Sometimes in life nobody will listen to the sacrifice we have made simply because its not visible.
THE BROKEN HORIZON
At the dawn of the night sky, the angels bring the first rays of light
The sleeping horizon rises to bow its presence, as the light breaks away the silence of life
The breeze kisses the flying birds, as they move the attire of the past air
As the mighty glow touches the hidden soul, the buried eyes opens to see the red rose.
Away from all these enchanting beauty, lies the horizon full of forgotten bounty
As the day passes on, the horizon seems to wait for someone to share its pain among
Now when the sun slowly dives into the darkness, the sky sings the grief of loneliness
As the sky now tells the story of the distant stars, nobody seems to remember the heart of the broken horizon.