Sorrow and darkness come to pass
When the nightly hour reaches last.
Toil and sweat come to cease,
As hands unfold and hearts beat,
Quietly to the singing of peace.
Wandering comes to finish
Unto the weary's eye diminished
When hope rekindles spirit,
And voice lends to lyric.
Thus it is the fate of all men:
Our voice that rings ultimate end-
When all pain has vanished,
When all hate is vanquished,
When love is common bandage.
That is the odyssey of humanity,
Full of hardship, danger, and misery.
Yet sruggling to speak, suffering to stand,
Everyone will be held hand-in-hand.
From weakness to strength, triumphant.
Humanity will reach brilliance.
The End.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of the Broken
PoesíaThere are voices that cannot be drowned, and writings that cannot be burned. That is because they have found worse and have slowly learned. And this is true. From them, comes the Collection of the Broken.
