Chaos and dirt flows in the noisy air.
There's to much of all for any to bare.
Wild flowers are stepped into mud,
Beauty's broken and ruined by blood.
Agony and pain flies with the breeze,
It lacks everything, love and peace.
Innocence lies in the humans eyes,
Swollen and clean by endless cries.
Fire burns their memories and hopes,
The belief of a better tomorrow is fading, elopes.
The ash of their homes and precious things,
Is blew away by golden wings.
A staircase of branches and wild grown flowers,
A sign of the great heavens love and powers.
The people doubting, walk with naked feet,
Silk surrounds them in a pillow-like fleet.
Their walk is short, and there they stand,
Before the mighty God's open hands.
The hear the angels sing as they play their violin,
"Welcome, my people, you are allowed in."
