When a child kills another child because of a distorted perception of reality,

when brothers turn against one another for vanity and profit,

when crows fly over the smoky sky,

spreading only war and misery around.. alone you are and wonder what it's about.

Then it's time to embrace all the tears you shead,

embrace all the goodness of life and death,

rest your head against my chest,

since we will never come again,

like we are now, like we were then.

And at that time,

on that beautiful day,

sky was clear, but the tears were still flowing,

like rain.


This is a piece I did for challenge at It's Art forum.