Beyond time,
Beyond life,
Beyond what I’ve seen with my eye,
Beyond the lies,
Beyond my horizon there is a world,
A world that is sweeter,
A world where mothers kiss their children goodnight,
Where fathers teach their daughters how to fight,
A world full of culture,
A world full of zest,
A world full of light,
A world brimming with joy,
Full of yearning,
Hoping the promise is not coy,
A song sung by a bird in its cage,
Even a broken clock is right twice a day,
But the sun will always rise,
And as concrete under my feet changes to grass,
I hope that just over the horizon there are gates of glass,
Opening wide with pride.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 10:19 PM UTC
Beyond time,
Beyond life,
Beyond what I’ve seen with my eye,
Beyond the lies,
Beyond my horizon there is a world,
A world that is sweeter,
A world where mothers kiss their children goodnight,
Where fathers teach their daughters how to fight,
A world full of culture,
A world full of zest,
A world full of light,
A world brimming with joy,
Full of yearning,
Hoping the promise is not coy,
A song sung by a bird in its cage,
Even a broken clock is right twice a day,
But the sun will always rise,
And as concrete under my feet changes to grass,
I hope that just over the horizon there are gates of glass,
Opening wide with pride.
