an angelic being,
a perfect creation,
something bound to be...
...anything but pure.
weeping, a golden child sees,
the broken world,
of an unbreakable heaven.
trapped in a life,
of a shattered mirror ,
a nation rejected,
smiling, rise together once more.
the pretty clouds of hope and faith,
cling to a trapped sorrow,
of the plight hiding deep within.
proud heads held high,
another step closer,
the misty air shimmers,
as a heart beat sings.
screaming memories meet,
a pain of defeat,
drowning unbelieving eyes,
in hate of the undestined fate.
an army of lifeless soliders,
walk their boundries of law,
fighting a war already lost.
echoing with pride are the voices who were forgotten,
as a man walks forward with purity and grace,
into the locked and bound world,
he is the rejected nation, united as one.
the golden child reaches out,
tears flowing down her cheek,
she reaches out to the man, the nation,
and welcomes the rejected...
into a broken world....a world of misery and grief.
the mans voice etched with beauty,
finds the words to forgive the pain and cruilty,
hand in hand, the rejected and the broken,
walk soundlessly, together recreating a world of peace.