Raised by Wolves

take shelter from the gathering storm

we wait for it to pass

but we know in our hearts

fear prevails

as our surroundings darken

a path is found within

to lead us away to safety

what remains 

cannot be unbroken

like a child

fragile to begin with

then as strength returns

so shall we find in ourselves

the depth of courage

against disparity 

and awaken a truth

a burden of which we carry

Love is a paradox

Love is a paradox

when ones feelings

are not of your own

but a fabrication

of society

this reality

is a manifestation of being

a recreation of essence

a parting of the way

the substance of which

echoes through

beyond all borders

the paths which we follow

to find true love

I welcome the rain

I welcome the rain

for when it arrives 

life is renewed

as if on a spring morning

one chooses life

the crescent moon

adorning the skyline

sometimes our feelings

turn into doubts 

but they are just fleeting

 

through mirrors 

the reflections of the dawn 

waiting for the sunlight