Crossed-X

On different sides of the sun,

We were born into values and beliefs that shaped us.

We've lived nightmares that has fashioned our thoughts and perceptions.

Black and white blood, we've bled

We carry scars engraved on our souls.

We heard there was the moon,

We could live together and be happy.

In arms that would hold us close and safe

In warmth that would give us a better life.

The sun would come,

we would be given vision enough to see

The ones we love and know they are real.

The sun would come,

Just enough to give a flicker of hope

That we could be whole again

On our very own plain.

We've come as we are,

Our eyes strained by the lights

With visions of different shades.

I see a rosy world with thorns that prick

Beautiful roses waiting to be picked with love.

He sees the thorns and roses.

A sight that makes the poor one shrivel.