Disenchanted

A tear upon a whisper
a dream upon a touch
A movement with a glimpse
of what we love too much

Flightless among
the dampened ground
devoid of intention
muffled with sound

And life is made
of careless thoughts
And persecutes those
that have been brought

For treasures are found
within the soul
but buried within
the lies we mold

Stains seep through
and tarnish our mind
And no one can cherish
the meek and the kind

And when souls disenchant
and strain far apart
I'm reminded of how
I'm absent of heart