Hope is in the Light(Light is in the Snow)

Hello there, Do you hear
The sound of snowfall,
Muffled yet clear?

Oh, My dear, It takes years
To train your ears
To disapear.

*Hello my friend
Won't you sing again
About all the good times we had?
Oh, My friend
We'll just listen
To the sound
Of it coming down.
Like golden crowns
On a Glassy sea
For you
For me. *

_And if we come undone
We look at the brightness of the Sun
And see the light._

Please, I know it can be so hard
To believe, but believing gets you far.

Please, Why aren't you listening?
Everything, was made to sing to
I'll sing for you...

*Chorus*

_And now we've come undone
What happened to the Sun?
It's gone and.
The night is begun...
But the Sparkle of hope
Shines in that snow
Feel the flow
And just let go..._

Night time, coming in the form
Of a bad sign, the monster and the swarm

Darkness, will it ever end?
Dark Sin, why did we ever begin?

*Chorus*


_And now we're all undone
Where is our Sun?
Sparkles Hope
In the Snow
I let go
And the Light... flows._

Ah, peace.

Today I've written two new posts. Mabye I'm bored. But its nice to relax and just write. Its nice to not be unhappy. Its nice when your saying "Ah, peace." So now I will say it over again... but in the form of a poem that has just popped into my head.

Ah, Peace:

Ah, Peace.
Why do you come now?
Why not before?
Why were you so slow?
Ah, Peace.

It seems to be,
That peace is something not always found,
Peace is something to be held close now,
This seems to me.

Ah, Peace.
We welcome you,
With welcome arms,
Ah, Peace.

The world lies on your shoulders,
You hold it up so easily,
Sometimes its nothing on your shoulders,
But you let it fall anyway.

You let it crash down on us,
You leave for only God knows what,
You let us hold it up ourselves,
And mabye learn what's in ourselves.

And I think I have learned,
Why I'm here, why I'm there,
Perhaps you left for something good,
But please, don't disapear.

Please don't leave us all alone,
Don't leave us in our empty homes,
We have nothing left but strife,
Pulling us apart, cutting with knives,

Ah, Peace.
Why so slow to return?
Ah, Peace.
You let our minds burn,

With pain, with anger,
With useless strife,
Why can't we fight,
For something worthwhile,

For something true,
Something good,
Something pure,
Like our Saviour would?

But at last you've returned,
For your shoulders we have yearned,
To lean on, to rest, to sleep,
Ah... Peace.