Famines of the Soul

There are famines of the soul

And droughts of heart and mind

That leave us standing breathless 

In the dusts and sands of time

There tears are cried

And dreams are dreamed

In vain and lust of hope

The pain is felt

And the hurt abounds

The struggles magnified

Where dusk meets dawn 

And clocks stand still

We reach our second wind

Gaining strength enough

To make it through

This dearth of peace and light