Shattered are the pieces as they fall
As fragmented souls scream and call
Can you not hear as they shout and plea
‘What is to become of me?’
Scattered to the winds I hear their minds
As each plea is for ‘Self’ to find
Peace so lost within tormented thought
As into the abyss of illusion they are caught
Fear takes their hearts, squeezing them dry
Leaving them hollow and too empty to cry
Tears turn to ice with hearts that grow cold
As sickness of greed comes to take hold
Like zombies they march along with the crowd
Will power forgotten and no longer proud
Their lights dimmed by possessions of wealth
Flickering flames in the wind of ill health
Fragments of Faith blown out with all creeds
Forgotten memories of simple needs
Ancient teachings swept away with the ark
A penitent symbol as we bow to the Dark
So gather your fragments to make a fight
Not to war, but be Warriors of Light.
Hold up your banners of love and truth,
Be an example to all our youth
It’s never too late to change but a thought
For your power is within, so worry nought
Let in the Light and give as you receive..
As Warriors all we need do is breathe..
Allow each cell to open and mend
The Fragmented thoughts each of us send...
United we gather in strength across the land
As the power of LIGHT shall make its last stand.
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