I do not believe in angels,
or golden gates that swing wide,
but oh, how I yearn for a realm
where shadows come back to life.
Where those who remained quiet
confess by the apple tree,
Where those who always hid
stepped up and said it indeed.
Where those who sought forgiveness
found comfort in shared tears,
Where those who chased their dreams
finally conquered their fears.
Where those who waited in silence
could finally take flight,
Where those who felt forgotten
were remembered in the light.
Where those who missed the moments
shared laughter under the stars,
Where those who longed for a second chance
wrote stories of who they are.
Category: La Poésie