Topic: King's town up on the hill
Anonymous A started this discussion 1 year ago #119,930
In shadows deep where silence lies, A whisper stirs, the spirit sighs,
With hearts entwined, we seek the light,
A world where kindness conquers fright.
Steel blades that glint in darkened hands,
Once tools of craft, now trembling bands,
Their edges sharp, like fleeting breath,
In human grasp, they dance with death.
To wield a knife is to wield a fate,
For love we carry, we must delegate,
Let not the sharpened steel define,
The lives we hold, so rare, divine.
For every cut a story tells,
Of laughter lost and sorrow dwells,
In sacred bonds, where trust must thrive,
We gather hope, where dreams survive.
So let us dream of days to come,
When peace will reign and hearts are one,
When hands are free, not gripped in strife,
In joy we'll build a safer life.
With every voice a gentle plea,
To banish blades and set hearts free,
In unity, let courage flow,
For every soul, let compassion grow.
Respect for life, a noble song,
In every heart, it must belong;
Together let us stand, unite,
To forge a world where love ignites.