Let the green grass grow even when we want to cut it
For life continues on in a deep less wonder
A silent sleep we disregard as to slow even when things we hold on to like a bulletin board to become true
We are brushed like dust under the carpet but for me I push it outside
So it can see something more than darkness
Let freedom be the compass point and allow everyone else to stagger through its truth
Because beyond that lies something more than we could ever ascertain in all our lives
The beauty, the acceptance, the desire, the will, the only thing worth to keep going is the hope, the faith that our sludge of today will be the last rose of summer
Even when the fog of ignorance distorts us we will see the river moving away the old and bringing the new like a tumble weed brushing against us in our dire need
In our last dark hour of hope it will never dwindle until we return to the loving darkness we all came from
Peace is the satisfaction but the journey continues in candlelight that breathes the air