"Children"
What solid thing can grasp the soul-
None- not one-
None- The dreams of children
As they sleep in seemed peace
A heart who's bond with another connects their hearts
In an enigma of threads
A woman who fights for the rightful truth-
Not to defend the man who lies
The man who refuses the drugs being offered him
Because he remembers his children at home
Or the sister who gets over hatred
Because staying mad was just too hard
And yet I must say that as the list of these miracles could
Continue and continue- until my weary eyes shut and my mind goes astray
And yet somehow I see a link-
Children- the past, the future, the present- our sole existence
IDOMAD, 2007
What solid thing can grasp the soul-
None- not one-
None- The dreams of children
As they sleep in seemed peace
A heart who's bond with another connects their hearts
In an enigma of threads
A woman who fights for the rightful truth-
Not to defend the man who lies
The man who refuses the drugs being offered him
Because he remembers his children at home
Or the sister who gets over hatred
Because staying mad was just too hard
And yet I must say that as the list of these miracles could
Continue and continue- until my weary eyes shut and my mind goes astray
And yet somehow I see a link-
Children- the past, the future, the present- our sole existence
IDOMAD, 2007
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