My river has run dry.
My snow flake is a duplicate.
My valley has crumbled.
My rain drop is without a cloud.
My wind has no leaves to rustle.
My path is without a destination.
My cave has no roof.
My ocean is without fish.
My galaxy has no stars.
My hope has no reason.
How can I drown, if my river has no water.
How can I be different, if my uniqueness is not my own.
How can I be me, if I have crumbled.
How can I prosper, if life has no blanket in the sky.
How can I inspire true awe, if I cannot make leaves sing.
How can I believe, if my road is lost.
How can I fight, if I have nothing.
How can I see, without light.
How can I hope, if none exists.......