Come together gentle soul,
And unite against the dark shackles,
You no longer bear.
Melt them with a smile,
And craft a shield,
To fend off the fleeing sorrow.
Can one laugh and shudder,
At the same time,
Putting flowers on old graves?
Happily,
I used to count the headstones.
As if they'd build a fortress,
That kept feelings away.
And now I place daisies on watchtowers,
Tulips in gun barrels,
Daffodils on my past graves.
Seeking words to explain,
Why sunshine came from rain,
And joy came from pain,
Holding my own hand for the first time.
The darkness surrendered,
Iron chorus bells ring.
A miracle for millennia,
I have warmth to bring.
**Fortress walls come down,
Smile with your eyes.
Part of your soul comes awake,
When another part dies.
Life is changing for the better. The sun peaks through the clouds every so often.