Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

Hand In Hand I follow


Cloak of wickedness too naked
To shield your true sunbeam light
Although the world around us in disarray
And hope seems no where to be found
And all that we hold sacred falls apart
And darkness like the plaque spread its alarms
And beneath it wings dear friends die
And the mourner’s blackness not dark enough
-The victimized never lie-
And families from pain torn apart
Rivers of tears dry up
Cracks in the earth appear- that once new spring -
And fields of plenty once adorned our thoughts
No more, no more to share and to care yield
But instead the brush of hellish fire rages full
Burn the heart of innocence from the child
Yet in spite of it all…
The Sun, your Sun will rise again
Like gentle rain from April’s song
And wash away all gloom and doom
Hope restored to sacred land
Where you walk I follow hand in hand

October 20th 2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013

Submitted: Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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