A speck of light
Beyond it only darkness;
Beckoning for a shot of redemption,
a savior, a place to belong.
How ever did it appear?
How did my eyes now blurred come to know it
as something I could grasp, hold on and cling to?
When falling, anything solid will do.
How did our minds come to create this–
A messed up world where
souls are traded for skin
and lives are considered a sin?