The tears of Heaven
fall,
Where headstones
cover hearts,
Hearts that are still
beating,
Placed within the
darkness,
Without the sound of
souls.
The soulless sing
victory,
Drinking lifeblood of
the weak,
While laughing at the
meek,
Inhaling the last
breath,
Believing they are
strong.
Illusion is their
world,
Where stars obey
their whims,
They cannot control
their limbs,
Believing that they
do rule,
They become the
weakest slaves.
Not seeing the clear
truth,
Strength is of the
heart,
Which Heaven will
impart,
For all of those who
willing,
Will speak the song
of love.
For to smile is in
truth,
Of living joy
defiant,
In Heaven’s strength
reliant,
With patience as the
mortar,
In building walls of
stone.
For such is the
fortress,
Of those who live for
life,
Be they husband or a
wife,
Passing strength on
in wisdom,
To the young who wish
to learn.
We only own
ourselves,
Our one true
possession,
To give it up is in
regression,
Deciding to believe
in nothing,
When God’s breath
does give us air.
And so I will sing
joyous,
With the Christmas
time renewing,
Love’s gift of life
renewing,
To touch hearts once
turned cold,
For to show strength
is to care.
