Blood

Blood in, blood out,
Everything is painted with innocent blood.
It falls from the sky,
It falls from all that die.

Invisible to you and me,
Invisible to all that let it be.
It is on our walls, on our hands,
It is on every woman and man.

The blood of our children,
The blood of our friends,
The blood in a valentine,
That your uncle sends.

It is everywhere,
And no where all at once,
It is in our hearts,
And our minds,
It is in all time.

So as the blood flows,
Empty your mind,
Let your body soar,
For someday,
It will be your blood lost in time.