A magic mislead
In phrases of your words
Led me to believe
That peace tailed wars.
But headed by pain
And carried by misery
You led me to believe
That peace knocked first.
So I stand by my door
And answer all the bells
As I was led to believe
That peace exists the most.
But stormed by all
All but peace
You led me to believe
I could keep my door locked.
You led me to believe
That hope fires life
And peace ensures the flame
To continue the strive.
But your magic burns out
As I stand by my door
Waiting for peace
To keep all doors closed.
- Rati
