Moving on

Take my hand, follow my footsteps,
Don't be afraid to smile,
Or to open your heart,
Or to look into my eyes.

Just breathe. Focus,
Look into my eyes and know,
That you and your heart are safe with me,
No harm will come to you, I want you to know.

This path we take will lead us to light,
Love and tender moments,
Stars and silver linings,
Sunset and moonlight.

So please take my hand,
Because together we can succeed,
We can be happy, we can reach the light,
Where darkness does not prowl, but sunshine does.



The boy was shaking,
His hands screwed tightly up in fists,
He wipes his eyes vigorously, similar to a small baby,
For what he sees below him, he does not know whether to believe.

His body is violated, sprawled out like that on the road,
His head is open, red paint leaking out,
His neck looks odd, twisted like that,
His eyes are empty.

He watches beneath him,
As his lifeless body remains below,
The screams of other life go unheard,
The cries of his family, of the onlookers and mourners.

Into the sky, away from his motionless body,
A being appears before him,
Offering him it's hand,
Offering hope.

It's features are bright,
Beautiful, powerful and welcoming,
And the angels voice is smooth like silk,
As it offers the boy the chance to carry on.

He takes his hand, and finds it cold and soft,
The grip tightens as they move.
Away, away from previous life.
Higher, higher into the sky.