Wasted lives litter the highway of time as so many wrecks in snow banks
Freedom, a chain. fear infests us with its malice feigning as shield while barring passage
What would you do with freedom?
Wandering wildly into the infinite possibilities presented while mysteries of life surprise, not confound
Food shall sustain life, not soul yet a new day has come upon all
Existence is anew and they who see do through new eyes, eyes never expected to seen in mirrors
Wayward paths no longer strewn with broken lives, damaged people
Hope slips into souls and eyes are opened to light and life
Good or evil, chaste or perverted, happy or sad, strong or weak
All shall be made mighty
Life is.