As I stand looking at
a land of broken spirits
It’s hard to see
past despair and anger
The pointing of fingers
and the silence of neighbours
Mornings broken by
loss of sleep and inspiration
Where hours bleed into days
days into weeks
A cycle of life
with no direction
We see the clouds
but ignore the stars
We harbour hope
but dash it upon the rocks
when we feel it’s not enough
So what are we?
We are faith
The strongest at our weakest
A pillar of sand turned stone
when crushed by circumstance
We feel left behind when
we see the universe
move on without us
But can still feel joy
at its infinite wonders
For whatever fate lays before us
in its storms and fears
we see our world
And for a moment
in all its grandness
it feels a little smaller
In all its fury
it still gives us beauty
And in all our loss
we still find hope
And with each gentle glow
we build a fire
that will burn enough
to warm us all
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