Have you seen through a clouded lens? - the peace,
like a child at rest,
you fear no darkness,
you fear no light,
feeling your way - until you reach me.

You taste my lips,
you hear my voice,
you feel my pulse,
you caress my face,
the smell of me remains the same.

But your words disdain,
for if the light grows dim,
you will see my true color,
if we are true brothers - you see,
not by name,
not by mother,
but by virtue...