When did the world of we,
become the lonely island
of me.
What you wear and what
you say.
A new found god to bow
and pray.
When did love become a
sin.
Why is hate an easy win.
Life can be hard, but don't
give in.
An open heart an easy
smile.
Hold out your hand lets
talk a while.
Lets build bridges, not tear
them down.
Let hope and love become
our crown.
When all is said, not done.
A race you never entered.
That forced you just to run.
No finish line, no cheering.
A heart, just pounding fear.
Just dodging through cold
shadows.
Dusty face, white lined
with tears.
Soul lives not, on words,
where deeds are never
seen.
Pluck me from the darkness
hold me close to banish
fear.
I have a love of broken
things.
Missing eyes and unsprung
springs.
Broken hearts, bound with
strings.
Lonely, lost with crumpled
wings.
Damaged from the things
life brings.
In this realm, my heart, it
sings
Pin point patterns, paint
the sky by night.
A vista of endless views,
possibilities just a wish
away.
Twinkle joy to those, but
pause to stare.
Wonder, in wide eyed
innocence.
Be still, lost, in awe of a
sparkling night.