[LITTLE BOY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS BREAKDOWN..
In a corner of my war torn mind there exists a boy... son of warriors.
He sees the world as it could be.
No hunger, no pain.
Why people got to be at each others throats over outdated religions as spirituality clearly shines over there?
Why does blood have to represent new beginnings?
The shadows stand at his feet which are pulled close to his body and he sighs.
The shadows pull back a bit.
Is that the man I have become he thinks as he looks to the mental skies and the images of the things that he and the man have encountered swirl in psychological winds.
He finds himself reaching out and he knows that there is a way to put all these things in place... to make it right.
He hears screams and laughs, he sees the man he in tears, on bended knee... wailing in lonesome sorrow.
He smiles for he knows that he can ease this these feelings... right these wrongs if only he can touch the convoluted mass.
The beauty of Allahs world as it should be.
Kings and queens in unity.
In a corner of my war torn mind there exists a boy... son of warriors... speaking to a man.
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