On the darkest of nights after the brightest of days
I’ll be right by your side until we can see sunlight rays.
The mark of dark I caught from temperate
Seasons festers inside. We eat the fruit
Forbidden. Outcasts t’ fall desolate
And devoid. Cast our hearts from hate and soot.
I touch a cheek so soft and yet tears drop.
Why hurt all night when light awaits ardent-
Ly? Stuck behind a wall, translate: full stop.
A fight we face together. Don’t resent.
Can I just be the wind beneath your wings?
I’ll take you higher to where the choir sings.
Vasha'Lakar 