If We Just Could...
There is no doubt that the sun is bright,
And doubtless is way to endless love…
If we were strong, we could forever fight
Or else just die, the life is not enough.
We could see light in broken empty glass,
We could begin new stories every day
With paper, pens, of soul kind mass,
We`ll go away or with nobody stay.
If we were strong to say that mind was weak,
That our thoughts were nothing, full of greed,
Without God inside we were all sick,
We always cried and longed for, or dreed.
If we were strong to see the inner child,
To say about our silent dream,
If we became responsive, intent, mild,
We could dissolve in love of fear scream.
If we just could… or, maybe, try to want
To be as strong as angel in the sky,
We could create, and holly wonders bond,
We could the sorrow make to finish, die.
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