Faith as it is said.

So how could someone depend on that?Just how would the never ending story end.
This plain patch on land.Was given hope to grow its grass.And a little miracle bloomed a daisy.
Recieving that ray of light that comes through those clouds.
Slowly..u have a garden.

With what could it compare?
Or how should it end.
This guilt that could not be spoken,
&Is never going to end.
Was it because of greed?
Was it just on impulse?
Or was it thought that its already gone,
and it's time to move on.
Just look at this grain of sand,
that could not find its place.
Dismayed,to find what belongs
was either too far or gone.