WITHIN

30 4 0
                                    

Flower within layeth still,
For the blooming time not right,
Shine but not like the sun,
Sparkle but not like a diamond,
Sprout but not like the lilies.

For a wicked world you are in,
Malice surrounds yee,
Wonder not yonder,
For the unknown calmly awaits,
An innocent soul to spring unto.

Cries Of The SoulWhere stories live. Discover now