A blanket of darkness caressed the street Of people asleep with misguided feet With hollow hearts devoid of light They couldn’t see which way was right.
They flirted with death quite comfortably Acquired great knowledge yet remained empty. Nothingness stopped them from venturing out They couldn’t see past their realm of doubt.
One girl arose and examined her soul Unlike the others, her heart was made whole Her citizenship was not of that street Her home was beautiful, bright, and complete.
She was an ambassador from her homeland Spreading its light with the book in her hand Whenever she went to a cold, dark place Her heart’s luminescence would radiate.
Attracted to her light, many gathered to see What made this girl so loving and free. As she read her book it opened their eyes Many chose truth over superficial lies.
This book from her homeland was about her King Who created beauty from every broken thing. If the people came to Him, He would heal their hearts And mend together all their fragmented parts.
Many said it was nice, but couldn’t be true Others said it was myth, something construed. Yet some believed, and received new life Escaping the blanket of darkness that night.