The deepest black always begins as the lightest gray, Yielding a little every time nights prowls around for prey, With every changing shade, you wonder if gain is really a sacrifice, Like losing a single brick, in an already crumbling
For the first sunrise that heralded our day, And showed us the future of a pair, Let us carry that sunshine along our way, And show it the future that we share. For the first warmth that sprung from every
When the boundaries of humanity are marked by endless sand, And yet you know, beyond the water, there’s more land, When there’s no more land, than the place you stand, And yet the water keeps seeping right through your hand.
Soft and inquiring, like the chirping of the first bird, Slowly joined by others, yet soft, as if almost never heard, That is all I can remember about your first word, There were more important things that then occurred. At
Where footsteps have never yet made sound, And yet everybody is forever on moving ground, Where hands have never yet known the meaning of touch, And yet reality is the only thing completely out of touch. Where every word has