Hope

The more you look
The more you love
Those crazy little beings
The beauty of the world around
And just the smallest things
Your ears are open to the truth
An’ perfect beauty is
But eyes of crowds don’t see this
They search for science an’ proof
Yet perfect is the world we see
That one that we adore
But windows show us curtains closed
An empty ocean shore
One seeks to feel the dawn of youth
His soul is full of tears
And heart is read of empty hope
Its beats are long of fear
The great explosion narrows ropes
An’ makes relief so near.
The heart is broken, mind is sick
Though Hope feels pretty well
They are doors of soul, those window-eyes
They won’t take love to sell
They’re angels-children, ones to see
The beauty of the Earth
To open hideous misty nights
An’ live them trough to meet,
To be The Sons of Sun and Moon
An’ have no Hope to kill.

They’ll just imagine their world.
And be it perfect still!