A painting of the future, a grandiose world of adventure
Awaits us all beyond the call of the mid-morning
Blackbird, filling with the sunlight of ages past,
A dawn of a new era approaches. Her voice heard.

The air, a scent, camp fires of the joyous years of our youth,
Of when we all used to run and laugh, puffy clouds, skies blue,
The sight of such clarity, yet to be mistaken for another
Dream, it will light the path that we used to follow, in truth.

Sky-full of color, drowned out this filth! This city curb with
Alcohol and drugs and needles pouring down into the
Hideous dredges below through a crack, it's disturbing,
Like a tumour, a world of wicked witches, fear, and lack.

Let the scientists try to explain it away, the myriad of colorful
Hues balancing and bouncing off each other in the skies...

Sterling silver the moon, her crescent to become
Full-like a white-gold orb, the backdrop sparkles star dust,
In the light there is a vibrant halo, delicate and full,
Explain it away! The earth is waking up, eventually...**

She will again be whole.

We are* all *broken
maybe not the same way

but we all have our cracks
whether or not everyone else sees them

We are all broken in our own ways
we cannot fill our cracks

but we can find someone with the perfect amount of cracks
and understand why they fit perfectly with yours

We are all broken
maybe you are more broken than me
or vise versa

but we are all broken
We are...

They are,
She is,
He is,
You are,
I am
**Broken

A head is broken– not a heart–
Its the cracks on a skull;
they are the kaleidoscope,
the lacrimonious inspiration–
that draws, on our chests,
the darts.

im falling to pieces
and you're filling the cracks
sadness is slipping in
and depression is coming back

Wounds* speak more
Of pain than words can do
No matter how
I cover them, they always
Scream
Can you not hear it?