Sweat and Blood

A mothers cry in the crisp night,
the echoes never truly finding a place to land,
pull the trigger,
in the darkness a flash,
fight or flight?
you work for you pain through sweat and blood,
to receive a piece of hope,
because you can't find where the stash is,
you see no future,
since your parents died due to that !$#@'n drunk driver,
you have been lost,
a leash tied to a tree,
with a locked chain,
and no key,
or a bird without wings,
being pushed from it's nest for it's first flight,
splat,
the end,
or is it,
we all dream,
the mother,
that kid,
and even the bird,
we all have secretive dreams,
ones that we all envy for ourselves,
sometimes we get lost in them,
but that is what inspires,
love deeper than passion.