A glimmer of hope
against a setting sun
The cloth of life
embroidered with threads of creativity
Each strand, a different meaning
a unique song
The cloth; soft, rare
shown only to a few
and in all the Earth
there is only one
That glimmer, hold potential
to change the tides
with the threads
that can sow together a broken world
and the cloth
to bandage wounds
that bathe the world in tears of blood
To believe what many would forsake
as childish dreams at the hands of an idealist
I know they are more
To break down the walls
that make a world do nothing
but wait and accept its fate
I cannot let that be
Maybe if we put our imperfections behind us,
maybe if we forget all our fear
Maybe our greatness shall find us
In our acceptance of where we are
In a wild spirit that cannot be cages
and rouge dreams that do not conform
with strength that concealed
and a face of innocence that has seen things beyond its time
it is there that we shall find the change
With a group hands,
that desire to make a stand
