You
will find me in the seeds of tomorrow.
In revolutions
stillborn, in fields yet reaped
In
the sun at the end of the mist, and rain drops yet to scatter.
In
the holes of our souls, in teary eyes
Through
the trickling lights, in visions to be realized.
In
hope behind wars, in smiles waiting to burst forth
I
will stand tall, sway not in the face of the squall.
For
what looks up can only be put down, never brought down
And
that which doesn’t yield, will never be destroyed
For
what belongs to the future, is invincible to the present.
(Terribly late for another post but this is probably fitting in continuation with the last one.)