In the night as you weep, your pain in life is for keeps.

The sounds of thunder above your head, left for dead so they said of your passions and dreams.

Marauding deep inside your dreams, you hear the screams

of your past-will it last-looking through the mirror glass of those who crossed your path during your lifetime?

Laughter they say is only for a day and sorrow in your tomorrows an eternity, full of bigotry, by those that claim to be a friend, there is no end of the smiles they extend.
Behind their grin and sin in the heart, that was placed from the start (as birth) gave them life.

The iridescent glow on the faces, in those places you have roamed of perpetrators of friendship.

Crowded by voices filled with deceit and lies, time does fly as you cry in the wee hours of the night, while toiling in your plight.

Mesmerized by the desires in heart, their attainment is your prize once you realize that life is yours to live.

In the earth from whence you were formed, from the womb we all were born,

Victory is in you, and not that of scorn.

Upon your head a crown, despite the frowns upon the faces of those you have past during your lifetime.

A silhouette of your passions and dreams they see, reflecting from all of your deeds.

A breeze whispers to the spirit in you, (only a few) but if all only knew the exquisiteness of your being chosen.