In a world of text message embraces
And social media heart-to-hearts
You carry a sword
At your side
And you hold a flower in your hand,
The flower of peace and strength
For your friends
And the gleaming sword...
The words of so many people
Are like claps of thunder
From a receding storm,
But your words are the blade of your
Flashing sword, cutting true and noble
Into the wall of suspicion,
The barrier I have built.
For we lock ourselves in our own prisons
Waiting to be freed, not strong enough
To sever our own chains, needing
A sword of comradeship.
Let us leave the imperfect
To the imperfect,
And sally forth,
our heads held high,
Our blades at our sides
And our hearts true and ready
Flowers in our outstretched hands.