Friday, 22 December 2017

The Promise


I will call you in the twilight of the storm,
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.)

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