Hearts turned dry
Eyes unable to cry
Minds lost
Souls exhausted

Doubtful of love
Fearful of pain
Unsure of the end
Shy to even begin

Hey, the lost sheep
In the jungle of beeps

Hesitate not to drown
In the stream of love-pain
And rise again
With gems anew

The once-death
of your doubts
May be the rebirth
Of creative gains.