Angels In The Wasteland - Poem by Claire Jones
You stand proud
Strong and afraid.
Silent pain escapes your lips
Beads of sweat taunt your eyes.
You are brothers and sisters of the family universal
Nothing will break your bond.
Tired of hate and pain
But quietly you march on.
Don't hold up your hands
When defeat does not lie in your heart
You may lose alot along the way
But your honour will withstand the fight.
Some people will not understand
But you are changing the future
You are part of history
You are a present that is misunderstood.
Hold tight and fight on
One day when you close your eyes
The screams will have gone away
The sky will be blue, not red.
Pain will not out live love
It is weaker than you and me
I see the soul in your eyes
You are far from broken.
So fight on
and remeber home is in your heart
I see Angels in the wasteland
When I'm looking at you.
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