Who are you?
A crooked line on a face
A wrenched heart
Or a broken soul
Who are you?
You are just pieces
Pieces of hatred
Spewed here and there
You are the black
You are the blood
You are the Pause
But still
You are just pieces
I am the whole
I am the white
I am the mild
I am the wild
I am the heart
I am the start
That never ends
I am the whole
I am human
I am hope
You can cover me black
You can spew me mad
You can cut me piece by piece
You can tear me bad
But I am still whole
For every piece that falls
Millions will grow
For everything that’s black
Millions will glow
In white and gold
For every word of hate
There will be million words of faith
For every act of terror
There will be million hugs
and million smiles
For every bomb
There will be million first cries
For every bomb
There will be million first smiles
For every bomb
There will be million first steps
For every sunset
There will always be a dawn
For every Pause
There will always be a hope!
There will always be a hope!
(C) Juztamom 2015
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