In chaos flourishes light, or at least that's what they say
I waited for ages for my hope to grace my life and beside me lay
What they fail to tell you dear child, with bitterness, with you I share
The lungs that breathed rancidness for too long, will no longer favor the clean air
The heart that shattered millions of times for someone
Can no longer beat in fullness no matter how fast you run
The hands that knew not the taste of touch
Will forever sink in fear bound by grudge
The eyes that lurked in darkness blind to the warmth of light
Like a vampire will perish under the sun bright
And when hope finally graces your doorsteps, my child, your bliss turns to a curse
The years of darkness leave behind wounds, un-healing, ever in pain like ravaging wars
The calmness of peace becomes a stranger in whom you have no faith
If peace were to be a religion, how gloriously in heresy I shall bathe
For my blood speaks not the language of calmness
And neither shall yours when all you knew were tempestuous nights, Unless
You let go of the pain, and start to breathe once again
Let the air fill your lungs and penetrate deep breaking every chain
Allow a space for the light to lighten the shades of darkness within
For you, my child, are so much more than your original sin.
