Digging up our treasures
From the naked emotions we bear
Reopening our eyes to our empty images
We close our eyes to the shackles of hate that binds us

We dream no more
Long nights with strange prophesies
With the shattered map of faith
We set a new path of greater dispensations
It's been a long night indeed

We are unique strangers
Traveling on a bullet riddled path
Looking for a smaller town with a larger space
To contain our large hearts

© Arinze