For every set of wings,
There are two broken legs.
For every set of eyes that can see,
Three more remain blinded.
For every voice lost in the roar of confusion,
One heart speaks in the silence after thunder.
For every body laid into the ground,
Another child is born.
For every head turned by apathy.
Another soul stands up with courage.
For every tear cried by the broken hearted,
The sower plants a seed.
For every lie told a truth remains hidden,
For every question a step is taken.
For every lover wrapped in heat,
A hundred bodies shiver with cold.
For every poem given a hundred remain,
For every name the wind remains nameless.
For every journey taken a glass and a flute,
And tales written on eternity’s face!