The tree is cut
Its roots remain
And deep the scars
They bare below

The past a haunt
Of rival affairs
When once were we
And ne'er to be

So flee desires
Of idle youth
Thy foolish ploys
Are all but proof

Yet if lessons learned
And wrongs be spurned
That souls may rise again

From deep the pit
To shed the doubt
And fears let fall

May ere the light return
To warm one's heart again
While isolation's poison
Lingers yet

May suck the wound
And revive the blood
Let beat the heart
The breath of life

Thy ways be full
And fill that which
Long so long
Twas dull

That joy may find
While still
The days
Are we

-Joshua Lee Foist