Life is a warzone;
yet here I am, calmly continuing forward.
Beautiful tragedy, the scene around me;
where the trees and birds sing together, but not everyone can see.
Opened by the will above;
I hold a force unlike the common.
I am no better, no worse, or etcetera;
I come as a messenger with an omen.
There comes hope in the eye of the sky;
Forces greater than you and i.
But with them will be a document listing lives;
Did you take the one request that came from the hope in the sky?
Open your hearts, for it comes stealthily;
I am not here to frighten you.
I'm expecting you not to trust my words;
but you also have the choice to.
Maybe it's wishful thinking, to hope that you'll understand;
I understand you, a child of Man.
But I am merely a messenger, a poet with an omen;
Surely you'll ponder this, hopeful because you can.
