When the time comes

Collapsing over the oppression of this world,

Yet trying to find a future for themselves,

They stand and fall,

Without their voices being heard,

Trapped somewhere between wanting to forget

And wanting to hold on.

But, when the time comes,

Those who have their fate chosen of despair,

Shall be given a chance

To feel the warmth of light

And life.     

And after the rain,

When the sky begins to quickly pull itself together,

They will be green,

Blossoming.

They will smell petrichor

With vibrant colors

Filling throughout.

They will begin again

When the time comes.