Hope is for the hopeful pain is for the hurt fear is for the child inside sweat is for the work song is for the listener and voices for the listened Home is for where love resides only found inside. In the images we create, we ****** a part away from fate.
In each act we are alive and in between our quiet minds will find some reason we are silent thoughts turned dark, thoughts turned violent.
Prayer for the faithful soaring for the soul how can we bestow these gifts isn't that the goal? Not to ask the bird to fly, the wolf to bear its claws, but to ask the kind to fight and the killer to know remorse.
To change one mind might seem so modest of a billion minds on the planet, But even to change a single mind would improve the world we inhabit.