Someday we will be strong enough,
to right the wrongs that we made wrong.
Someday we will be whole again,
with all the birds and all their songs.

Those evanescent visions ,
that seem to seep through all thats done,
waiting like a blade of corn,
reaching, leaning to the Sun.

The light, long there before our breath,
before the things that we regret.
Shining then and shining now
shining before we knew how.

How to deal with right or wrong?,
sitting underneath that Sun.
One of many,
our Sun  it shines!,
as we all try to define.
One of many,
let it burn!
Cosmically,
as we all learn.