Ingratitude

In the afternoon, here comes the burning sun
Shadowing our bright faces from our flying Dreams.
Sun rays with pointy heads
Wounding that skin, these eyes, those wishes,
Wishes lost beyond being bounded, as
An earthly creature
Eats, walks, kills
Kills every Innocence he once met
On the dying trees, the smiling flowers
The ones who dies
Between the hands of clay.
Cruel Prints,
Never learned the gentle touch,
One that gives life to what is touched
and touch that untouched hearts
To give, take, and share,
To wish, dream, and pray,
To a Fate, who waits,
A hopeful eye waits for us.
With arms wide open to hold,
Waiting for us.
Those who deserves that hold: that touch,
Only to be shared with, this ungrateful life.