Thursday, December 27, 2012

I will shine.

Two strange hands, 
an unwanted touch.
Struggling eyes , 
Might, that momentarily couldn't do much.

A battle lost,
A war yet to be fought,
Strength of a soul 
that remains untouched.

Punish the guilty
Why blame the prey?
Why predict a dark future?
What fault was theirs?

Why blame the dusk, the dress, the time
Why charge the wounded, why hide a crime?

The body may be bruised,
The soul no beast can destroy
For no fault of my own
Shall I be forced for life to cry?

Rise , shine, a war is waiting to be won.
Life is to be lived,
Darkness will soon sublime.
Have faith in the slowly rising sun.