Song of Hope
There’s a place that’s far beyond the stars.
It’s a place where living leaves no scars.
It’s ripened sweet in shallow graves where solace grows in silent waves.
Above the bloodshed, dirt, and grief are souls left sleeping with belief.
From dust we come to dust we return as our spirits wait without concern.
Comfort will rise in the eyes of the weak as the light of creation begins to speak.
No child left naked and cold in defeat will ever have to bear the heat.
There’s a time when time will cease to exist.
It’s a time when mortality fades like a mist.
It’s carried out in canyons deep where those still living arduously sweep.
Above the bloodshed, dirt, and grief are souls left sleeping with belief.
From dust we come to dust we return as our spirits wait without concern.
Comfort will rise in the eyes of the weak as the light of creation begins to speak.
No child left naked alone and afraid will ever again have to feel betrayed.
There are words that speak in simple ways.
They tell of humanity’s complex days.
They are understood amid the broken glass where vision was once a blurry mass.
Above the bloodshed, dirt, and grief are souls left sleeping with belief.
From dust we come to dust we return as our spirits wait without concern.
Comfort will rise in the eyes of the weak as the light of creation begins to speak.
No child left naked lied to and beat will ever have to face defeat.