WITH THE POWER

 

 

The empty note was created

when all i got in my head

got disappeared by the power 

of poor meaning of what

 heart was feeling

As i couldn't cry

i thought the ink would be 

the fluid tears to ease my pain

and the paper be as the shoulder

 to  cry on 

by then i was captivated by darkness,

when i realized the tiny light 

i was holding on to

had life no more and that

 the little light i had

is letting me go

as well.

there then the question was

"what the redeemer am i waiting for?"

i need a word, but not just a word

a healing word

i need the power,

the real super power

the power to change the dark into light

and the tears into laughter

 

the power to unite not to tear apart

the power to make the change

the world needs

the power to understand and explain

The poor meaning  of what heart 

may fail to express.

 

I NEED THE POWER

 

Iza Ira Aly