My heart just wants to cry, on hearing lamentations from distant shores; Gossamer angels weep and sigh, waiting for the magical cure.
Sleep eludes the burning masses, turbulence incessantly rises and swirls; Brighter horizons must be uncovered; before the destruction of our hopes fulfilled.
Just imagine we're all floating upward, above and across the sage-green sea; Hoping to touch the vulnerable and weak, then watching them blossom--heavenly !
We'll see the dividing walls tumble down, and for those who've wept and suffered before; Awaken to a life refreshed and renewed, with delicate souls hovering near the shore.
Inspired by Barbra Streisand's latest CD "WALLS", which touched me deeply.