I’ve cried an ocean of tears,
And I know there’s more to come.
Our days on Earth are numbered
They have been since day one.
The tale of good and evil
Began with wanting more,
But all this endless craving
Has only birthed more war.
We were given all that's needed
To live, to love, to thrive.
But we keep taking advantage
And buying every lie.
Our gardens have been poisoned too
With seeds of greed and wealth.
Instead of helping others,
We're taught to serve ourselves.
But I believe that change is near,
And I know you feel it too
That stirring in your spirit
Calling you to truth.
We are the hearts that still can heal,
The voices rising strong,
The ones who walk through shadows
Just to help the light belong.
It starts with how we listen,
With how we choose to care
With reaching out to strangers,
And lifting silent prayers.
We’re waking from the madness,
The hunger and the pain,
To gather up the pieces
And begin to dream again.
Not dreams of gold or power,
But of justice, peace, and grace
Of every child and elder
Feeling safe in every place.
So let the tears keep flowing
Let them water what is true.
Something sacred’s growing now,
And it’s being born through you.
The world may still be aching
But your soul remembers when
We came to mend the broken,
And become the truth again.
Dec 9, 2022
Dec 9, 2022 at 4:24 AM UTC
I’ve cried an ocean of tears,
And I know there’s more to come.
Our days on Earth are numbered
They have been since day one.
The tale of good and evil
Began with wanting more,
But all this endless craving
Has only birthed more war.
We were given all that's needed
To live, to love, to thrive.
But we keep taking advantage
And buying every lie.
Our gardens have been poisoned too
With seeds of greed and wealth.
Instead of helping others,
We're taught to serve ourselves.
But I believe that change is near,
And I know you feel it too
That stirring in your spirit
Calling you to truth.
We are the hearts that still can heal,
The voices rising strong,
The ones who walk through shadows
Just to help the light belong.
It starts with how we listen,
With how we choose to care
With reaching out to strangers,
And lifting silent prayers.
We’re waking from the madness,
The hunger and the pain,
To gather up the pieces
And begin to dream again.
Not dreams of gold or power,
But of justice, peace, and grace
Of every child and elder
Feeling safe in every place.
So let the tears keep flowing
Let them water what is true.
Something sacred’s growing now,
And it’s being born through you.
The world may still be aching
But your soul remembers when
We came to mend the broken,
And become the truth again.
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