Paradise,

A dream
With no screams,
No tears being shed.

No questions,
Only answers.

A world with no fight,
No bloodshed—
-
Only peace,
Harmony,
Companionship,
No Judgment
No killing,
-
A world where
We aren’t controlled
By our fears
Of the darkness
In the world
We live in.

A world
Where love
Wins
In the game of life—
-
Where kindness
Walks the streets freely,
Not bound by chains,
Not set free
Only when
There’s something to gain.
        
Paradise,
Every soul is seen,
Every voice is heard—
Where hearts reach out
Without fear,
And healing
Is no longer a dream.

Here,
We don’t expect paper,
Or wealth.
There is no greed.
Everyone opens
Their arms.
-
Everything is free—
Given,
Not taken.
Supported,
Not scolded.

A place,
To belong.
Where silence
Means peace—
Not loneliness,
-
Love isnt a option
Its a necessity.

One wrong turn
You cant turn back,
Life flashes before you
Like it never happend.

One wrong turn,
Everything burns
Down to the ground.

The song that speaks,
To a generation
The language—
Invading one's ears,
With a melody
To remember
For a lifetime.

In memory —
Not by just words
But the emotion,
The sounds it invites —
Into the room.

Something we all feel,
No need for words.

A room full of people
Can always be silenced,
Everyone singing along.
One song,
Many voices,
A quiet humming,
Till the chords run dry.

The Last Day

What would you do
On the last day
Of your life?

If you couldn't turn back the clocks—
They were broken,
Frozen in time,
Only showing all the time you have left,
All the time you have wasted.

Would you:
Finish that book
That you said
You would come back to—
But never did?

Make peace—
Tell everyone
You were in the wrong?

Hug them,
Tell them:
"It's okay,"
And laugh
Like you used to,
Without a care in the world.

Would you
Go lay in the grass,
Watch the midnight stars
One last time?

Would you
Finally set yourself free,
Not hold back,
Let go of the guilt—
That once held you by a string,
Making a nice web
For you to sleep in?

Would you call
The love of your life,
Who melted away—
Vanished like the night
After years
Of saying: "No, I can't"?

Would you
Tell them to come over,
Shower them with roses
One last time?

See the sunset
One last time,
As you hold them
In your arms—
As you tell them
You love them,
Let everything out,
Let them cry in your arms.
They say, "I love you" back—
But really,
Your "I love you"


        
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                       Means goodbye.